the smuggler’s bible


Grazny spends the morning receiving dirty looks and getting iced out of doorways just after introducing herself. Finally, fed up with everything, she ditches Zvonomir’s uniformed “minders” and strikes off to get some work done.

The rumors are bleak. What with displacement during the siege and the general tendency of ghost stories to blur around the edges, the best Grazny can get her hands on is half-remembered antique family lore.

Mee-maw always said… and Well, old mister so-and-so told me once…

The specifics are never better than indistinct. But always—every time—the story is about something evil. Something underground.