Rowena, in the meantime, smiled as she looked on the first three of her prisoners in the newly-conquered town. (Patreon)

“What have we here?” Passing Clarabelle, she muttered, “I’ve already seen the large but ineffective guard…who are you?” Chorinna didn’t answer immediately, and Rowena didn’t wait. “What a nice head of hair. It would be a shame if…” she put the blade of her sword near the magistrate’s neck.