The north is harsh and merciless, and proof of this is the harsh snowstorms driving ice chips along the coast of the marginal sea. These winds tear clothes, cut flesh like a whip and blind the unwary who did not have time to cover his eyes with his hand.

There is also the sun - scorching, scorching, but at the same time cold. It doesn't heat, but it burns. Reflected in the eternal ice, it blinds anyone who dares to peer into the distance for too long and too intently.

But a hunter needs a keen eye!

In order to protect the face and eyes from the terrible northern winds and the scorching cold fire of the sun, the helmets of bone hunters appeared. Tanned leather reliably protects against razor-sharp floes of ice rushing over the ground, and bone masks with narrow slits shade the eyes and save them from blindness.

Another distinctive feature of these helmets are the trophy tusks that hunters attach to their temples. The luckier the hunter, the bolder and more agile he is, the more tusks on his helmet. They have, however, another purpose. An experienced hunter can hear his prey from many miles away by placing his ear to the ground, and the tusks enhance the hunter's hearing many times over.

Many helmets have a broken right tusk, and there is an explanation for this. First, after the hunter receives his first helmet, he must traditionally go to the mountains, find the ice mouflon, this pioneer of the wastelands, and fight him in fair combat. Often the tusks on the helmet break, and if this happens, the hunter is recognized by his tribe. Especially if he brings mouflon horns to the village. And secondly, the right tusk is often deliberately ground down so that it does not interfere with archery. So it turns out that experienced bone miners have a broken tusk attached to their helmet, and when talking, they invariably stand half-turned towards the interlocutor - and always with their left ear towards him.

However, despite the difficulty in making and even some sacred meaning of their helmets, the northerners do not consider them something special. It's just a necessary tool in their craft. In addition, artisans always make helmets with a supply, and there are always enough daredevils ready to fight a mouflon in the icy wastelands. So the extra helmets, no, no, and end up on the markets of the southern lands. In the south there is no need to hide your eyes behind a bone mask and break through the snow with your tusk in order to reach the ground and hear your prey, but fashion is fashion. And there is always a demand for exotic things.
Try on this bonehunter helmet, my dear customer! I'm telling you for sure, it suits you! Don't hesitate to take it. At the very least, you will tell your grandchildren tales about how you collided with the pioneer of the wasteland and walked away victorious! I'm sure they will be delighted!