"Alas, some things can only be experienced by being there. The sights can be hard enough but how do you truly tell people of the smell, the feel, the sounds? I am always happy to speak of home and to trade in turn."

The sigh that follows is quiet and fond, the way it should be when talking about home though that isn't even something many of the natives seem capable of. "My home is a series of islands, all of them stretched and dotted around close enough that we can call it a nation. We are sailors born, we love the sea more than all things in this world, it and the moon. We live our lives with passion - our markets bustle from what our ships return with though they're on barges or smaller boats; what few streets we have? They're too narrow to allow for a stall to stand anywhere except the docks proper."

And the docks are for fish and off-loading, not for fine fabrics because no one wants to smell like squid and cod.