The Seas of Caribdus
The fishmen of the northern flumes are no one’s friend. They’d just as soon tear a person apart for the meat as trade with him. In the area around the flumes, they travel in packs of a dozen or so, with at least one war leader who is a Wild Card.
A few kehana have such hatred for other races they’ve begun to travel to the human settlements, pretending to be “civilized” but quietly hunting the “pale-skins” for pleasure. Such groups are particularly eager to torture and kill any doreen they happen across.
Those kehana who leave the flumes are those with a slightly different view of the world. They want to learn about it and are curious about the habits and spectacular inventions of the other races. These are the “civilized” kehana, and while they appear docile to most, revent to their savage instincts when threatened.