The Bone Hunter's Helmet

The North is harsh and ruthless, and the proof of this is the severe 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 close his eyes with his hand.
 
There is also the sun – scorching, scorching, but at the same time cold. It does not warm, but it burns. Reflected in the eternal ice, it blinds anyone who dares to look too long and too intently into the distance.
 
But a hunter needs a sharp look!
 
In order to protect the face and eyes from the terrible northern winds and the sun burning with cold fire, helmets of bone hunters appeared. Tanned leather reliably protects from razor-sharp ice floes 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 trophy tusks, which hunters attach at the temples. The luckier the hunter, the bolder and more agile he is, the more tusks on his helmet. They have, however, a different purpose. An experienced hunter can hear his prey for miles by putting his ear to the ground, and the tusks amplify the hunter's hearing many times.
 
Many helmets have a broken right tusk, and there is an explanation for that. Firstly, after the hunter receives his first helmet, he, according to tradition, must go to the mountains, find the ice moufflon there, this pioneer of the wastelands, and fight him in a fair fight. Often, the tusks on the helmet break, and if this happens, the hunter is recognized by his tribe. Especially if he brings moufflon horns to the village. And secondly, the right tusk is often deliberately ground so that it does not interfere with archery. So it turns out that experienced bone miners have a broken tusk fixed on their helmet, and when talking, they invariably turn half to the interlocutor – and always with their left ear to him.
 
However, despite the complexity in the manufacture 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 reserve, and there are always enough daredevils ready to fight with moufflon in the icy wastelands. So the extra helmets are no, no, and they get to 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 a tusk to reach the ground and hear the prey, but fashion is fashion. And there is always a demand for exotics.
Try on this bone hunter helmet, my dear customer! I'm telling you for sure, it suits you! Do not hesitate to take it. At the very least, you will tell your grandchildren fairy tales about how you bumped into the pioneer of the wastelands and left victorious! I'm sure they will be delighted!