Squibbyark

Wooden boardwalks wind and twist deep into the marsh to the berrylmen ripple . The path is lit by their peculiar gourd-shaped lamps hung from wooden yard arms driven into the murky waters. The way is alive with the sounds of nature.
Deeper: The boardwalk heads to a to the berrylmen ripple. Intrigued but cautious, the berrylmen run a makeshift market: bales, crates and jars filled with various goods, offered up for trade only, no coin. Amidst anticipation of barter, animated conversations unfold, rural tales of pain, work, tragedy, gossip and know-how.

A group of berrylmen gather for a hunt seasonally, carrying hooks, nets and jars. They move silently, communicating with subtle gestures as they enter the salt marshes. The glow from their lanterns mingles with the faint luminescence of distant fire slimes, guiding their path through the dense foliage.
For Details, see Squibbyark Slime Hunt on page xx