The Hoten live where the desert meets the grass.
The Hoten's citadel Seaborn sits on a giant beach. The beach is full of junk. The locals believe it is from some great ancient civilisation, one that sunk below the waves. Fragments of this civilization wash up alongside much larger pieces of twisted metal and debris. Others believe it is a civilization that still exists somewhere across the wild seas. The Hoten have co-opted much of what they have found into their own culture and while they have formally accepted the Bond and accept officers from The Society of the Bond, they still often practice their older beliefs which are in part built upon the discoveries they have made on the beach. They are not the only ones to see value in reusing these gifts from the great sea. Giant hermit crabs over six feet tall tussle to use pieces of this broken civilization as their shells. The crabs are a local delicacy but are well armoured and extremely hard to kill and therefore expensive.
The strange beliefs of the Hoten have often put them on an uneasy footing with their northern neighbours Barony of Twain known for their religious fundamentalisms.
The local religion of the Hoten is known as Runimp. It has its own pantheon of local gods. Some of the major ones are:
Granmicshell - God of War
Judanee - Goddess of Justice
Lawbow - God of Beauty
Ainsla - God of Food
Divana - Goddess of Love
Sitrevald - God of News
Eman - Goddess of Intoxication
