the smuggler’s bible


The wizard mutters another spell and his fingers glide into a new, complex formation. Bloodtooth wheels left just as the magic releases. The air sizzles as it zips past and catches his backup square in the chest. The goon dies screaming—and without health insurance.

Bloodtooth advances along the hallway behind his shield, cursing whoever’s idea it was to assault a chokepoint. Especially since the jerk in the moon-and-stars robes at the far end seems to be serving up the hot stuff.

“You wanna surrender?” he calls out lamely, wincing and ducking fast when that gets the response it deserves.