the smuggler’s bible

Rodal

Chieftain Rodal is sitting very still under the waterfall when the village elders bring him news of envoys from across the mountains seeking trade.

“That’s wild,” Rodal says. “I thought the world sort of stopped at the mountains.”

“They say it doesn’t.”

“Okay. They would know, I guess. What do they have?”

“Berries, mostly. Some beads. Et cetera, et cetera, you know?”

“Looking for anything special?”

“They seem to appreciate our carvings.”

“Sick. Those are, like, so easy to do.”

It’s a no-brainer. Everyone makes a lot of money off the deal, and Chieftain Rodal gets reelected in a landslide.