“What’s your name, private?” the Knight asked. “Broussard, sir. Marjorie Broussard.” (Patreon)

“Well, private Broussard, you may be a hot-shot archer, but a soldier learns not to question the decisions of her sovereign.”

“No doubt she thought she needed every soldier to defend the capital,” the courier said.

“And she might be right,” Helena responded, “but as it is, only two of us volunteered to help you save your village. We’re going to have to do it through stealth and guerilla tactics.” She nodded toward Broussard as she spoke, “She’s right. Do they have any weapons?”