Long live the great Kulu-Kulu. We are his children, protector of the tribe, of our family, of the one we love. We are the chosen, the Weapons. We do not consider ourselves Warriors, we have a target to strike, people to protect, a goal to achieve.
Some of us specialize in espionage, others in hand to hand combat. But we are one with our Rakah, our weapon of choice. The use of tha Rakah is common with our people to bring fishes to eat, but we use it like a deadly weapon. We are not afraid to kill or be killed for our tribe.
It is just recently that the elders have chosen to tell the world our existence, but the emplacement of our island is and nobody shall know this secret. We do not want to be implicated in your wars. We know that you have a grudge against the Therans, we understand because we disapprove slavery also.
It is because of that decision to tell the world our existence that you will see more Aquaman in your territory. We want to know more about you and your customs. This expedition is risky for us, so the elders will send a couple of the Kenaga to explore. If your path meet ours, don't be foolish and do not attack us because our answer to your acts will be deadly.
The Kenaga