the smuggler’s bible


The goblin (or whatever it is) has its jaw set and its spiky teeth clamped on the rim of Saturnina’s shield. She lets go and grabs her sword in both hands, sweeping it around while she backpedals toward the camp.

Honor demands that she lead the vicious little creatures—again, perhaps (but not certainly) goblins—away into the hills.

Her sense of self-preservations contradictorily demands she make every effort to get home without being chewed upon.

Saturnina wrestles with these feelings, and decides finally to split the difference by screaming really, really loud as she makes a break for it.