the smuggler’s bible

Bloodtooth

“You’re a highwayman. It’s dishonorable to hold such an advantage over somebody, especially in their time of need.”

“I resent the accusation.”

“Any piece you take diminishes the whole pie,” Snake-in-the-Grass says, waving his arms in exasperation. “And this payoff already ranks as extremely dubious.”

“My dear boy, I don’t want any money. I just want to meet whomever concocted this delightful magical formula.” Branbildon gives the flask a little shake and watches the color swirl.

“Oh my god,” Bloodtooth says, cradling his head in his hands near the fire. “Oh my god, she is going to be so pissed.”