the smuggler’s bible

Helle

Wizardin’ ain’t easy, and Helle concentrates on her work as she follows the morning rush—until a cart wheel rolls over her foot and she yelps in surprise and pain as her face is singed by the shower of blue sparks released when the spell she was carrying around in her frontal lobe unpacks itself and floods out of her mouth in a whistling chant.

The crackling energy departs for places unknown to cause mischief and Helle looks around for the idiot who ran her over. She finds a barbarian lying on the cobbles, trying to make himself look flat.