the smuggler’s bible

Isbrand the Axe

“By all rights, we shouldn’t even pay you. But my client is willing to wiggle on some points of the contract, considering the circumstances.”

“I’m glad you brought them up,” Isbrand the Axe says, “because I have been considering them. The parts I can see, anyway, through the smoke you were blowing in my face.”

The woman reaches out and leaves two even stacks of coins on the table. “It’s bad form to mix sarcasm and business.”

”Don’t be sour,” Isbrand says, eyes on the money. “Your boss plays dirty, but I admit he runs a hell of a game.”