“Qualified success?” Sabrina said, “will the lot of you stop using such fancy words?” (Patreon)

Auriane smiled, “Yvette got two of the guards to strip themselves and hold still as she tied them up and locked them in a closet.” Amandine looked intrigued, “However did you do that?” 

“Through the magic of honeybees,” Yvette said proudly.

Emile frowned, “Well, good for you, but we can’t sue that trick on ALL of the soldiers. We don’t have enough bees.” “What DO we have?” Private Broussard chimed in. Yvette smiled, “Amandine, are your pantries full?” Amandine simply nodded. Yvette continued, “Pies. We have so many pies.”

“Pies are no use against swords, spears, or clubs,” Emile responded.

The inventor grinner, “Au contraire, pies are my new secret weapon.” A dubious expression crossed the tavern keeper’s face. Yvette produced a bag. It wasn’t a huge sack, but it seemed almost too large for her to have hidden up until now. She passed it to Amandine. The baker looked inside, causing her to sneeze, then a smile crossed her face. “I see.”

Yvette grinned at the baker’s recognition of her genius. “We HAVE to fight. Emile and Sabrina, rouse the people. Amandine and I will head to the bakery and weaponized her stock.”

Helena looked confused, “Anyone want to fill me in on what’s going on? Pies as weapons? This seems crazy.” Yvette smiled, “It WILL work, green one. Ask your friend the archer.” Helena looked to Broussard, who responded with a grimace and nod.

Emile sighed, “So be it. Knight, you’re with me. We’re going to need to show some outside force to convince some of them. Everyone meet here in an hour.” 

The participants nodded, then stealthily dispersed, some through the back door, some through the basement.