Nora

Nora rose up through her family ranks, fast learning the family business, that of being traveling traders. The caravans she led across the sometimes dangerous lands seemed to always just miss the marauding ogres as well as the big cats that had developed a fondness for the taste of caravan horses. She almost always arrived safe at her intended destination, and the goods she carried always were those that were the most needed at that time.

She organized and led caravans for several decades before she decided that it was time for her own offspring to carry the burden of trading. There was a spot near the ocean that she had seen during her travels that she wished to settle in. It was along the southern border of the land, far enough south that it was out of the hot lands that she often traveled through in her journeys. She had saved enough money to get a decent village started, and she led some of her family as well as friends to the new place where she intended to live.

Just like everything else she touched, the new city thrived, being called Nora’s Town in her honor. She lived there for several more happy decades before her human body just wore out, long before her spirit even began to grow dim. She was buried on a small hill overlooking the city in a secret ceremony so that none would disturb her rest looking for the treasures she took with her to the grave.