the smuggler’s bible


Everyone says the new kid looks a lot like Lancelot. I mean, really resembles him.

“Plus he’s pretty good at jousting,” Perceval says, nudging Lancelot in the ribs after dinner. “Sorta your shtick.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Shut up, nothing proves anything. But that is totally your son.”

Lancelot eyes the stern kid sitting quietly across the table and does some counting in his head. It just barely works out.

Lucky for him a quest starts up pretty soon after that and he doesn’t have to worry about it for a long while. And by then it doesn’t matter anymore.