the smuggler’s bible

Dromond of Frisia

He meets the Gallowglass for the very first time near a place called Largs. The big man is drinking across the fire while Dromond carefully scrapes and oils Sharp Jenny’s edge. The weather by the coast really plays hell on a sword.

“Those are Norwegians on the beach,” the Gallowglass says between gulps, then spits into the mud. “Maybe you don’t give half a shit, but we’re trying to build a nation here.”

He spits again. “Can that beauty kill northmen?”

“Don’t worry about Jenny,” Dromond says, holding her up to the light. “She’s been doing this a long time.”