The Vharlangi are an often misunderstood and mistrusted nomadic human ethnicity. As wanderers who live outside civilization, traveling about in horse-drawn, barrel-topped wagons called vardos, which they build themselves, compared to most Gulvanians they are flamboyant. Other Vharlangi spend their lives aboard large barges, travelling the rivers and lakes trading (and some would say, scamming) the people they meet.
Vharlangi dress in bright clothes, laugh often, arid drink heartily. They worship the road and the spirit of travel, bending the knee to no lord…or any, as they so please. Vharlangi folk tend to have husky, dark complexions, with brown or grey eyes and thick, dark hair.
Vharlangi are silversmiths, coppersmiths, haberdashers, cooks, weavers, musicians, entertainers, storytellers, toolmakers, and horse traders. They also earn money by telling fortunes and selling information. They spend whatever they earn to support a lavish lifestyle, display their wealth openly as a sign of prosperity, and share their good fortune with family and friends.
Each family or clan of Vharlangi is its own little gerontocracy, with the oldest member ruling the roost. This elder. carries the bulk of the responsibility for enforcing traditions, settling disputes, setting the course for the group’s travels, and preserving the Vharlangi way of life.
Vharlangi elders make all the important decisions, but whether by choice or because of their age, tend to speak in cryptic, flowing riddles. Vharlangi families and clans are closely knit. They resolve disagreements through contests that end with reconciliatory singing, dancing, and storytelling. Although they can seem lazy and irresponsible to outsiders, the Vharlangi are serious people, quick to act when their lives or traditions are threatened. They are merciless when they believe they must be. Vharlangi who knowingly bring harm or misfortune to others of their kind are banished: the worst punishment a Vharlanga can imagine, even worse than death.