the smuggler’s bible

Blight Warden Podnerk

Blight Warden Podnerk makes a sniveling engineer take him down the main shaft to the ghoul mines.

“It’s a fresh vein,” the man whimpers, “enormously productive so far.”

Podnerk watches goblins clamber along the walls, chipping away at the rock. Gaunt limbs poke through in several places, hands grasping at empty air. Here and there, a drooling head has been freed.

“They should work faster.”

“Sir, it can’t be rushed.”

“But cemetery construction can. When all those beautiful new graves wind up unguarded because of a ghoul shortage, it isn’t going to be my name in the report, you understand.”