Anyone who’s spent time on the water knows what these are. Lucky charms, scrimshaw, witchcraft if you want. Whatever you call them, these fancy bits of bone can be worth a fortune if they make good on their promises. Sometimes you’ll find one on a dead Howler or Grizzler, some lifeless bootlicker’s last hope in a fight.
You’ll never find one on a dead Eyeless. You know why? Because the Eyeless make good on their promises.
We know things the Abbey don’t want you to know. And not just a balm to clear that rash you got in an alley! But how to scratch up a bit of whalebone so you don’t feel pain in a fistfight. How to make even the most sharp-eyed guard miss you in the street. Even how to get the Outsider’s ear and ask him a thing or two.
You won’t believe what we can do until you see it yourself. Until you see all those dead Howlers at your feet and hold a bit of lucky bone to thank for it.
All it takes is some ink under the skin and a couple of sleepless nights, and this city could be yours.