The Wizard, the Assassin and the Preacher

Lilly the Virgin woke to bright light, birdsong and panic. She had a thousand and one things to do today and she overslept. Despite being beautiful, buxom and brainy, her appearance said otherwise. Her hair was a snarled mess that would be the envy of any rat domicile, her clothes were wrinkled and needed a good cleaning, and she was tired so brainy didn’t exactly fit. All this played into her enemies hands. Every man in the village wanted her to settle down and be a proper woman. Her wide eyed messy appearance gave them more ammunition to prove a woman couldn’t run a business. Never mind she tamed a dragon, a unicorn, a bridge troll and a King’s Auditor. It didn’t matter what obstacles she overcame, the powers that be refused to acknowledge a woman could accomplish anything outside of a home.

Why couldn’t the rich and powerful leave her alone? All she wanted was to be left alone to run her tavern. She didn’t want to topple the government or make sweeping social changes. Sure, she wore britches instead of skirts, but she was behind a bar most the time and it was so she could move faster and stay dry.

Even her friends, or perhaps she should say her allies, didn’t understand her. A secret cabal of women convinced her to set in judgment so she could take her rightful place among the secret movers of society. Little did Lilly know they were preparing her for the trials to come. If she knew these trials included a disaster of pixies, a  kidnapped wizard, saying goodbye to an old friend, and being dragged out of her tavern and put on trial for Scott’s murder, she might have stayed in bed.