Bartley Barnacle by King Unicorn
No sudden movements.
There's a fairly frightening creature near my desk.
His golden Dagon adornments confirm my suspicion he's connected to Innsmouth and make me ill at ease, as do his claws and teeth.
And that stare.
He got here by way of Georgia. I don't know yet what he wants. Or if I can use his arrival to my advantage.
For now, we both wait. And watch.