Fiona frowned, “So who is this last one?” (Patreon)

“Oh, that’s their local guard captain.” “Constable ,” said Clara. “Right, such a pig sty of a village doesn’t have a ‘guard captain’,” Maeve corrected, “but get this…her name is Clarabelle. A fitting name for a cow, now? Perhaps we should milk her!   And such a cute little bow.”   Clara seethed silently at their mockery.