The town square was nearly empty, aside from the pillories on the scaffold, in which Corinna, Eleanor, Clarabelle, and Patrice were locked, and the three women relaxing and enjoying occasionally tormenting them. (Patreon)

 Rowena hoisted her heavy sword onto her shoulder and smiled. “In a few hours, the sun will set,  we’ll head in, have ourselves a feast from the pantries of the house, and turn in. In the morning, we will have held this town for a day.” Vittoria smiled, “Yes, yes, your reward, Lady Rowena. You’d best be careful; you’re sounding like one of those mercenaries you claim to hate so much.”