002 - Drowner

Drowners have a rather unsavory reputation. Rather not hard to guess why, exactly, given the name. It is true that in the past the savage cousins of the species tend to lure their prey by the riverbanks or lake coasts to snatch them from their feet and pull into the murky depth, waiting for them to swell with water and soften for digestion, but it is indeed a song of the past! Now Drowners are a part of thriving community of the Wharf Town, providing essential services at the bottom of the coastal shelf, keeping it clean and healthy, fetching pearls or coral, living well alongside the others and buying their meat properly from a local, certified butcher – or so the city Pamphlet promises. Sure, they might keep to themselves, don’t speak the common language and mostly just burble at you when staring with their unblinking, black eyes, but it doesn’t mean that they didn’t change their ways, right? Every citizen of the Wharf Town aids it in their own, unique way. However, even those who live there would agree that meeting a Drowner in faraway lands might be a little less of a civilized experience – they might not know about the Bill of Rights that grant them the citizen status after all, and might still be dead set on drowning good folk and nibbling their softened flesh off their bones.