the smuggler’s bible


He follows the weeping and sighs until he finds a knight by a well in the middle of the forest.

“You, uh, okay?” Palomides says. He picks a spot and sits down carefully on account of all the blood soaking into the dirt. “Tough week? I know what it’s like.”

The other guy moans.

“Totally. I had a fight with my crush and my friend who she’s dating even though she’s married to a king. Hey, wake up. Are you even listening?”

“Huh, yeah,” the knight says, looking pale. He wipes at his breastplate, leaving a smear. “Drama sucks, man.”