the smuggler’s bible


Tallabron stomps into the the hut by the creek and begins kicking through the piles of small jars, stooping to scoop up the miscellaneous valuables that spill out among the pottery shards.

The hut dwellers don’t like it. They hate it, sort of, and wish Tallabron would either tire out or die (he does neither).

The only defense they can muster is to make an even bigger pile of jars to hide a rapidly dwindling number of valuables. And, brother, if you don’t see the flaw in that plan, I hope you keep your jars somewhere safer than a hut.