There is a certain river, slow and winding, without rapids or even many deep places, which nonetheless oft runs red with blood.
It is rumoured that there is a creature, one Bashar Hob, who is responsible for all these deaths. It is said to be a crocodile, impossibly large, intelligent and ancient.
Whether Bashar Hob exists, and if it exists whether it be a natural or magical creature, is not known.
Though it is forbidden, there are rumours that Bashar Hob may be placated with certain rituals.
Some say that those who perform these rituals have turned to human sacrifice, that if Bashar Hob ever existed it has long departed, and thus that those who pretend to stand against the tide of broken boats and corpses are in truth its authors.