the smuggler’s bible

Cinzia

Cinzia pockets the bag of gold pieces and lets go of the bandit’s wrist. The corpse slumps onto the pile with the others.

“Kind of a measly haul,” she says. “Is that it?”

Nobody answers her on account of all their hitpoints leaking out.

“I mean, it seemed like a decent operation. Secret hideout, couple trolls—what’s the deal? Is this a recession thing?”

She stomps around for a minute listening for hidden compartments before punting a grimy vase. It shatters into dust and a single pearl rattles across the floor.

“Bling!” her experience bar says as she levels up.