"In the chapter that lies ahead, I'll cast a light on the society of Bittermarsh. We might not kneel to a crown, but each soul here, from the smallest tadpole to the eldest sage, is a precious piece in a grand mosaic. A picture that'll grow clearer as ye wade deeper into my written waters. Let us wade forth with the four major tribes, those sturdy pillars of our realm, before we navigate the narrower streams of the lesser-known kin and notable collectives that dwell 'mongst the reeds. And speaking of the the tribes! The watchful eye of the Thornwatch, the fierce might of the Siltriders, the sly wit of the Deepmore, and the forward sweep of the progressive Willowbend. All so different as they can be—as stark as night 'gainst day. And there is the rub of it—our diversity, our pride, it might just be the very thing that keeps us from binding together as one solid realm. But then, wouldn't that just dull the rich colors of Bittermarsh? A question to muse upon, indeed."