the smuggler’s bible

Placidus Ristorante

Placidus  Ristorante sits beside the stream and considers the minnows and small, peeping frogs. They’re boisterous in their play, but they don’t make such a racket that he doesn’t hear the footsteps approaching behind him.

“Old man, I’ve been a long time searching you out.” The voice is soft and calm like the cool waters. “Today you answer for what you did to my sensei.”

“Everybody forgets that was already payback. The bill’s settled,” Placidus says, standing up and dusting himself off. “He must have been a hell of a guy, the way you all keep going on about him.”