Amidst knotted rope and seaweed net, Syngna offers sanctuary to those who have been cast adrift.

Once, he carried his children in their multitudes, birthed them to swim in the currents of destiny. Now he is older, the curl of his tail a little less robust; he knows the cost of fighting a rising tide.

No violence is permitted within his domain, but you are all welcome, to shelter until you may once more forge your own path through the waters.