Stavanger Bay Castles in the sand,

Something strange washed up onto the beach of Ironclan. It wasn't unfamiliar to Umbra, who was a seafang, born into sea, and hardened by it's waves, but she did not think there would be a day where they would wash upon this shoreline. However, it was a mark of good luck, and she grinned at the thought.

Mermaids scales, was what they were to be called. No one was sure what exactly a mermaid was, it was said it was somesort of wolf who had been blessed by the ocean itself, and grew the scales of fish to survive so. The glass shards laid by the beach were but branches of the same scale, either by death from the creature, or simply shedding them as so.

It was counted as good luck, but wasn't an extremely rare event like a Mermaids tear, but something to be adored by any of the ocean. She pawed at one, wondering whether to gather them and bring it to her den.