the smuggler’s bible

Dromond of Frisia

The beer at the fort is thin stuff to begin with, and they insist on watering it down to make it last, which doesn’t help anybody. Dromond pours out his ration and decides to desert again.

He goes north past the wall because someone told him the Picts brew a righteous honey mead—stuff that’ll really rattle your eyeballs. And to be honest, he doesn’t want to deal with another cudgeling from the Romans.

People call Caledonia the edge of the world, but of course that’s bullshit. Dromond knows the world goes on and on. Some things just never end.