Fishy rested his back using a temporary pillow of clothes. His bag was filled with clothes for the trip, and it conveniently made for a great impromptu pillow.
"Have you come to a decision?" Fishy said as he heard their footsteps move closer to him.
"We have," The old man said, shyly looking towards the others for confirmation.
"We will trust you. Please look after our town."
Fishy's eyes saw before him the people who bowed down to their king, submitting their own failures.
A glad smile rose on Fishy's face.
"Very well. Clara, free as many as you can. Those of you who can move will help Clara and clean up this place. I'll have my people down as soon as they can. For now, we'll create temporary shelters."
"Thank you…"
"Now for a name…"
Fishy turned his head as his brain started smoking. He tried to combine a million and one words together to make something that sounded like it could be real.
