The Wheelmoot

The Reshi road-nation's caravan-kinship: the moot of trade-clan elders who keep the southern roads, the waystations, and the caravan-law open through the Lean Years. It is the road folk's own civil body — it settles road-debts and feuds between the clans so the wheels keep turning.

When the crown went silent and the highways turned to ambush and toll, the Reshi did not wait for a banner to come fix them. The trade-clans named a moot — elders who meet at each clan's wheel (its caravan) and ride the circuit between Sresh-Dar, the Driftmarket, and the southern flats — and gave it one job: keep the road a road. The Wheelmoot does not rule land or raise armies; it keeps the waystations watered and roofed, hires guards against the reavers, and above all judges by caravan-law — the old code that a road-debt is sacred, a feud carried onto the road is everyone's loss, and a clan that closes a route to spite a rival answers to the whole moot. Settle your quarrel at the moot or the road is closed to you both; that is the heaviest sentence the Reshi know. They are not priests and not the Finders' smugglers and not the Wandering Cups' wanderers — they are the people who make sure the goods, and the kin who carry them, still arrive.