From the White Wolf Catalogue:
When the Great Kings roamed Unsea, we were here.
We spoke with them little, but respected them as they respected us.
When they dies, we were still here.
When the warm-blooded came, we were here. We spoke with them not, for they feared us.
We are still here.
When the warm-blooded began to kill each other, we did not care. When they began to war on Sea,
we fought back as best we could. When the Small Wounds opened, we swarm away from the poisons.
We are still here.
When the Unmaking comes, when the Wound closes and the Unsea sinks into Sea whence it came,
we will swim among the dirtwalker's towers and the wreckage of their world.
When all is gone, we will still be here.
- Guards-the-Shoals, Dimwater

