A new shell strung for every Fara warrior sent to the depths
Rare ornamentation adorns the otherwise functional attire of the Sea People riggers
What? I needed to put them somewhere.
The nomadic fleets of the Sea People truck openly with outsiders for trade and provisions
Light load, light hands, light work
Don't test my resolve.
I would stain an entire ocean red to see our birthright restored.
The Sea People walk a path of faith, ready for wherever the stars take them
Sturdy, covered shoes for the undertaking of arduous journeys
