Legends say Sablemaw once ruled the salt marshes beyond the city's northern docks, her venomous breath turning fishermen's yields sour. Some sailors believe the skull grants a measure of stealth to those who sleep beneath it on the night of a new moon. Others whisper that a single fang was stolen from the skull years ago and turned into a charm that ensured a successful first voyage — until it was lost in a dice game. The skull is a focal point for both genuine reverence and opportunistic cults; older maps sometimes mark a 'black tooth' as a beacon to hidden draconic caches along the coast.