The man who won everything back in a single night, and has never needed luck since.
| Name | Frank Delaney |
|---|---|
| Origin | United States |
| Role | Merchant |
| Archetype | Cunning |
| Rarity | Epic |
| Preferred row | Back |
| Stat grades | Health C · Attack A · Defense C · Speed B |
| How to get | Arrives as a free gift as your family grows. |
| Shards to recruit | 40 |
| Status | In game |
Frank learned to read people on a river boat. It carried more rumor than cargo. He sat in the corner and counted who laughed a beat too late. On the lower deck he learned that a laugh can lie, but a pause never does. Nobody noticed the quiet boy. He noticed everybody.
At twenty-six he lost the boat share, the suit and the name he was using. At dawn he walked into a back room with nothing. By the next dawn he walked out with all of it. Those who were there still argue about how. Frank says it was simple: he listened longer and spoke less.
Years later Ambrogio Sarti sat across from him. The Old Man lost the only round he ever lost on purpose. Frank needed a foothold and would never have taken a gift. He understood and said nothing. Then he made sure no newcomer to the harbor was ever promised what could not be said aloud.
His Letter reached him in the middle of a conversation. He finished his sentence first. Slick's trick is not luck. It is knowing how much of a room is chance, and being brave about the rest. He picked the Old Man's side, and now he picks yours. "Heads, they fall. Tails, we rise."
“Heads, they fall. Tails, we rise.”
