“Ah, Rowena. You’ve come back to us. And your loyal troops, who love you so much,” Fiona said in a sarcastic tone. (Patreon)

Selena smiled at her, then waved her hand and chanted under her breath. The ropes tying Rowena’s wrists instantly fell to a loose pile on the ground, allowing her to move her sore shoulders into a natural position for the first time in hours. Rowena started to speak, but Fiona interrupted her before she could even get an entire syllable out of her mouth. “Remember when you were last at this inn? I said I had something for the loser of the contest, that winning was preferable? Well. Here you are.”