I am Princess Katriel of Drasnia. I have decided to allow others to venture into my homeland, and will allow you, Friend, to explore freely. Enjoy your stay.
Drasnia, a large northern country, lies between the Gulf of Cherek and the mountains of the East. Drasnia is mostly a plain extending from the Alderfens. Bordering the Southeast is the Mrin Marsh, coming from the Gulf of Cherek and extending into the Drasnian Moors. The capitol is at Boktor, northern stop of the Great North Road and western stop of the North Caravan Route, and is a commercial center.
We Drasnians are considered the most enigmatic of the Alorns. We are a friendly people, but have a certain reserve. Hard traders, yet scrupulously honest, we are warlike, with the finest infantry in the world. Drasnians are polite with a great sense of humor. We are also known for the DIA, Drasnian Intelligence Agency. In other words, our espionage is known worldwide, and we are cunning in our spying. We can hold conversations with each other through the use of a highly developed and elaborate "finger language", which consists of barely perceptible gestures. Said conversations occur even while trading with a foreign merchant, and has proved useful in our spying.
Our clothing is quite ordinary, yet fascinating nonetheless. Drasnian men wear furs, linen tunics (belted), leggings, soft leather boots (heavy soles). You could call it somewhat Russian. Merchants wear color-coded (to indicate area of trade), fur-trimmed gowns, unbelted. All of our men carry broad daggers, carefully hidden. Our women, however, wear linen in the summer, wool in the winter. Our gowns are rarely ornamented excessively, and are very full. Drasnian women also wear their hair long in the back.
The modes of address are as thus: addressed by rank- King Rhodar, Queen Porenn, Prince Khledar, Princess Katriel, Lord Mandorallen, Chief Hettar. Commoners are addressed as "Worthy Durnik" or "Friend Durnik".
Our population is approximately one-and-a-half million, and steadily growing. The holidays observed are Erastide (quite a lot like Christmas), Festival of Belar (the god we worship), Dras' Birthday (for Dras Bull-neck is our founding father), Day of Sorrow (when the Angaraks invaded), and Day of Victory (the Battle of Vo Mimbre).
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