the smuggler’s bible


Vipers coil and squirm against the rough stone three stories below the rim of the well. Snake-in-the-Grass slides his way slowly around the lip—boots sending plumes of dust spiraling down. His fingertips are dug into seams in the wall behind him, but the mortar keeps crumbling loose under his grip.

“Steady now,” he mutters, sweating. “Nice and easy.”

He hears a goblin howl somewhere behind and below him, followed by the faint sounds of metal scraping on stone. Snake-in-the-Grass figures Bloodtooth can last five minutes alone in the cavern, but that is, admittedly, an estimate based on incomplete data.