This self-described ‘merchant’ has only recently made a home with the others here. Like most, Hiral winded up here either by accident or disaster.

In Hiral’s particular case, it was a flood. When they awakened, they found themself stranded in a place they could not leave.

They were not the only one out of place in the Shifting Expanse. Their familiar, an orphaned Fenfisher Flattail, was their only company for many, many long decades.

Spending time as a hermit of sorts, Hiral would end up with a large quantity of leftover items—pots, pans, the occasional bag of seeds, tools of dubious origin, and a mountain of books.

They’ve made occasional forays back to their prior residence—a cliff side cave, to gather it all. And now, they finally have a use for most of it—selling the items to the others in this growing community.