the smuggler’s bible


The Knight of the Black Lands has black armor and a black horse. He stops them at the head of the valley, right beside a big black rock.

“Jesus Christ,” the damsel says. “You have got to be kidding me.”

The knight just shrugs and pats his black sword. Gareth starts to suit up.

“Probably you should just run away. This guy seems tough and you suck at this.”

“You keep saying that, but I keep winning,” Gareth says. “I’m on a hot streak here and I say let it ride.”

“Yeah, c’mon, let the kid play,” the knight says.