The river takes her dues, child. Pay the toll as you aught.
The Manawa River
is no easy beast to tame, unlike some of her sisters and children. Her waters flow rough-tumble from the Devil's Spears
, cutting through the landscape and devouring the waters pouring down from Mochnant
on high. Those who seek to cross prefer to do so via flight, or via high, secure bridges - the river's waters are treacherous, and low bridges are often consumed by the waves.
But not the bridge by the River's Coin, which has stayed intact - against all odds - for at least a century. It has defied countless flash floods and hurricane-force winds, even enduring the might of weather tormented by the Rage of the Sunari
. Local legends suggest that this is thanks to the duties paid to the river at its altar.
This "altar" is relatively nondescript. It is, by appearance, a thick wooden post that may once have been a great tree. If it weren't for the bounty of tolls paid to it, it would be nothing more than part of the landscape. It is the travellers that pass it by that grant it some measure of meaning and life, as they pay their tolls and decorate the Coin with all kinds of fancies.