the smuggler’s bible


Glorumthofar stands sweating by the forge, watching the master smiths mutter to each other. At length, a man detaches himself from the huddle and motions for Glorumthofar to approach.

“We want to be clear,” he says. “How did you break it again?”

“I was delving into the forbidden caverns of Fulvernath, rumored to contain the hoard of the dragon Brisoflame, known as the Vermillion Smasher of Bones.”

“Right. Okay.”

“And the rumors diverged from reality in several important ways.”

“For example?”

“The caverns contain both the hoard and the dragon,” Glorumthofar says. “Also he smashes more things than just bones.”