So, whenever he’s curious about anything, he’ll take a running start, head pointed downward, spike ready to investigate. I always know when he’s gotten out of his stable because the piercing screams of “Run! Pointy the Impaler is out!” usually give it away. Ah, yes, no one can clear a town quite like Pointy.

So, there I am, working in my medicinal herb garden when I hear townspeople screaming, “Stigmata! Stigmata!” Clearly not something I hear being shouted every day, I quickly made my way over to the crowd like my hair was on fire. And that’s when I saw it…Maiden Maerwynn Webb being gently carried through the cobble-stoned streets as if she were a rare piece of China, whereas just yesterday she was scrubbing public water closets with a sagebrush.