The Meloy Clan
You can hear the Meloys coming from miles away by the bleating of their goats. A Rover caravan trailing livestock, wagons, and the smell of campfire cooking, the Meloy Clan travels throughout Mountaina bringing services and goods that no single settlement can provide on its own.
They are an extended family identifiable by their yellow and green braided scarves, sandy brown hair, slight builds, and brown or green eyes. Most are related by blood. Wherever they camp, a small temporary town unfolds: signs flip out from caravan wagons, tents go up, and small businesses begin operating. In Mountaina, where settlements are spread far apart and specialists are scarce, the Meloys fill the gaps. They offer hair cutting, dentistry, doctoring, and weapon-making alongside their primary trade in farm implements, seeds, grain, and livestock.
Their hospitality is genuine. A campfire and a warm welcome await anyone who encounters a Meloy camp, and visitors are rarely disappointed. That friendliness, however, should not be mistaken for softness. Blood is far thicker than water among the Meloys. They stick with each other through everything, even if it means throwing an outsider under the proverbial wagon. Crossing the family is a serious mistake.
The Meloys are a welcome sight on remote ranches throughout the region, particularly Sweet Grass Ranch, their primary livestock partner. When the bleating fades into the distance, the settlements they visited are a little better supplied and a little less isolated. Until next time.
They are an extended family identifiable by their yellow and green braided scarves, sandy brown hair, slight builds, and brown or green eyes. Most are related by blood. Wherever they camp, a small temporary town unfolds: signs flip out from caravan wagons, tents go up, and small businesses begin operating. In Mountaina, where settlements are spread far apart and specialists are scarce, the Meloys fill the gaps. They offer hair cutting, dentistry, doctoring, and weapon-making alongside their primary trade in farm implements, seeds, grain, and livestock.
Their hospitality is genuine. A campfire and a warm welcome await anyone who encounters a Meloy camp, and visitors are rarely disappointed. That friendliness, however, should not be mistaken for softness. Blood is far thicker than water among the Meloys. They stick with each other through everything, even if it means throwing an outsider under the proverbial wagon. Crossing the family is a serious mistake.
The Meloys are a welcome sight on remote ranches throughout the region, particularly Sweet Grass Ranch, their primary livestock partner. When the bleating fades into the distance, the settlements they visited are a little better supplied and a little less isolated. Until next time.
