Auriane frowned. “No, sir. Dacquoise, as you know, is a village of farmers, millers, and bakers.” (Patreon)

“What DO they have that we could use, then, farm tools?” Broussard asked. 

“The tools would be out in the fields, and too heavy for us to bring enough to arm the populace. IT has to be something already in the town” Helena pointed out.

“Well, we have plenty of pastries, flour, honey.”

Helena interrupted, “Honey?”  Auriane nodded. “So you have beehives? Perhaps that CAN help. I once had a bee inside my armor, and it was…an unpleasant experience. It would, at the very least help distract, if not disable some of the soldiers.”

“You could always blind them with those big, creamy pies they make here,” Broussard interjected.

Auriane frowned, “That’s crazy.”  “Then give us something better,” the archer responded.