Once in a prosperous river valley, a small nation of people called the Onverdra lived. They were well-to-do and wealthy, and very sure of the way they did things. This made them both confident and unwilling to try new things, because they were sure they were right.
One day, another group of people traveled down the river towards town. They were the wandering Nomad án, and tired of their nomadic life, they sought a place to live. They settled near the Onverdra, hoping to become friends and allies.
Instead of respectable houses, they lived in bright cloth tents. Instead of sensible clothes, they wore colorful tattered rags. Instead of being quiet and respectful, they sang songs and talked to strangers.
Everything about the Nomadán was different, and the Onverdra wanted them gone. They refused to talk to the Nomadán, except to laugh at. They began to bully the wanderers, and as their hate grew, so did their violence.
These were practical seafaring people, living next to the ocean. They understood the nature of change and adaptation. The Nomadán set up their tents near by, hoping for friendship but fearing another disaster.
Although the Anhem were apprehensive about the strange new people near them, they saw they meant no harm and accepted them as neighbors. The Nomadán were grateful and tried to honor the friendship of the Anhem.
As time wore on, the two people began to interact more and more, drawn by mutual curiosity and hope. They shared in each other’s cultures, and began to appreciate each other’s ways, despite many differences.