I swear, if the Kohtumine wasn’t required to be here, there wouldn’t be a ‘here’ at all. Not for very long. The priests alone don’t bring in that much money, and fishing doesn’t pay that well hundred of miles from any major nation. But now that they’ve decided this is part of the Lord of the Ocean’s domain, so every pitiful slop pays for passage here to read the Codes and enjoy the tropical weather. Of course, it could be nicer if the beaches weren’t covered in jagged rocks and the beds weren’t 10 gold – a night!

Percival La Glang, First Lieutenant, His Rhodavian Majesty’s Ship, The Weeping Wisp (Now Deceased)