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An old tale that only the remaining handfull of sages in rumania can tell says, that the gypsys were once the aristocracy of a prosperous kingdom. But they were vain and arrogant, spitting in the faces of their servants, beating their horses to death and threwing refuse from the walls of their palace on the poor.

One day, a buddhist monk came to them to teach them from his wisdom. The gypsys however didn't even listen to him and only laughed at his rags. When he kindly asked for food and shelter they chased him away. In the next year the monk came back only to suffer the same treatment.
He came back for five more times, but in the sixth year riders came from the far steppes and pillaged the land. They plundert and burnt the palace, taking all gypsys they didn't kill as slaves.

After 37 years of hardship, the gypsys could escape their masters.
But they could't return to their lands, where the people they once tormented would not let them stay.
So the gypsys were forced to roam the land, welcomed nowhere and spitted on by the inhabitants of the lands they tresspassed.
But still they remain arrogant. Even though they live like stray dogs, the gypsys are proud of their lifestyle.