"Yes, but where is that from?" Cristiano grinned still. "I have listened to shells on the theory. From the water it all came. So...merpeople are the source of many terragog things." He hummed a little but it fell quickly.
"I do not know," he said as his smile was washed off like a drawing in the sand, tide running upon it. "Many were taken in boats. Many were killed. Many are in hiding. Where I had gone to there were few of us banding together to survive. I knew of other small colonies and in cities where they chose betrayal they have not been slain. My kingdom resisted."