the smuggler’s bible

Dromond of Frisia

“He says there’s money in the cave.”

“Not money. It’s treasure. Something valuable.”

Dromond is 14 years old, and big for his age. It has only been two hours since he killed a man for the first time. He shakes his captive again, harder, and his shipmates try and translate the creature’s babbling.

“A cunning man? Something, something, bounty of the gods.”

“Just tell him to show us where it is,” Dromond says. Sharp Jenny is heavy in his hand, dripping slowly. He has tasted blood, and only now does he realize how thirsty he has been his entire life.