The RunGunners toe the line between upstanding armored transport and hooligans with too-fast cars and too-itchy trigger fingers. If you need something (or someone) to get somewhere in one piece, you hire a RunGunner convoy. Famously, part of their delivery guarantee is a live scry of their transport, with automatic attempted tagging of anyone they engage with -- so their clients can know who tried to steal from them.
The RunGunners are based out of the Termean Veinlands in Fenrith, and their custom vehicles handle the soft, dry sand as easily as paved roads. Automotive engineers, mechanics, and armed muscle call the RunGunner corporate town Throttlehold home.
Among the most celebrated guns-for-hire in the known world, the RunGunners have staked their reputation on a peculiar proof of ambition: a city held in the heart of the desert, viable only because the whole of it functions as one enormous Fane — there being no other means by which such a place could survive. That it is powered by a multitude of Hearts of wildly differing personalities gives the city its unmistakable character, each district lurching into the next with the clashing, mismatched quality of a place that was never quite meant to cohere.