In another tavern across the river, the women of Dacqoise were toasting their success at liberating their town. (Patreon)

In a huddle at one end, three other women were not so celebratory. “It’s only a matter of time. They WILL attack again.” Helena said. “I’ve done what I could to prepare us…I’ve set up traps all over the walls and approaches, I put Amandine in charge of organizing the citizens to find some weapons other than pies or bees.” “How did it go?” Helena asked. “Some pitchforks, broomsticks, rolling pins…not that well. Even if we had proper weapons, and troops, we’d need a lot of warning when they attack.” Helena nodded, “That’s why Broussard is on watch. She has the sharpest eyes in the Plouffian army.”