The Esvari

Scholars, engineers, lawmakers — and refugees from their own homeland.

The Esvari built the most advanced civilisation the continent had known. Their roads still stand. Their aqueducts still carry water, even where no one lives to drink it. Their legal codes, written in a language of extraordinary precision, are studied by anyone with access to a surviving copy.

And then something happened to Esvar, and the Esvari scattered.

They live now in other people’s cities — small communities, close-knit, quiet. They teach, when asked. They build, when hired. They keep their own records in their own language, and they do not discuss what happened to their homeland with outsiders.

There are rumours, of course. There are always rumours. The Esvari do not confirm or deny them. They simply change the subject, politely and completely.