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The Rakshasa River is treacherous, choked with jagged rocks. Almost all ships that attempt the crossing end up at the bottom.\nThe riverbed is littered with the sunken cargo of doomed merchants, their chests overflowing with rhinoceros horn.\nThe merchants who drowned here harbor a deep, lingering bitterness. Mourning their lost wealth, their spirits endlessly haunt these frigid depths.\nIn the dead of night, the air turns damp and freezing. Ghostly green will-o'-the-wisps flicker to life, lighting up the submerged horns and pearls on the sandy bottom like phantom lanterns.