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