12: Adjust
“Those heathen that refuse our lords’ greatness shall be forced to be free of spirit”~ Nimrod 8:94
Frank was making his way back from the priest's speech, lugging his days catch over his back. At first he'd thought the job of fisherman implied working with fish, but what food there was in Carcosa seemed to be a kind of luxury. Nobody ever starved, including him. Instead he and the other fishermen he'd managed to sign on with had gone fishing for whatever odds and ends the endless sea decided to spit out that day. His pack currently contained playing cards, a small statue of a bird, a bundle of various clothes, and what looked like an antique dagger in its scabbard. That one he would probably sell to Vlad for Script. The rest he could use to start filling the house he's picked
