296 Trolls Need Bridges

Wolfe finished all the robes that night, and they were passed out at breakfast the next day, along with all the staves.

It was like the first day at the Academy all over again, with everyone so overjoyed to get their new gear that they were all happily showing off identical items to each other.

But the real kicker was the hats. With huge brims, pointy tops, and a hat band assembled of woven vines, various bones and sticks from reagent plants, there was no doubt that they were going for the bog witch stereotype.

It kind of fit the Fae Forest, with all the rainfall, but most of the time, the forest was only misty and not at all foreboding. At least, not to Wolfe. Perhaps it was to outsiders who were lost in the forest and desperately trying to retrace their steps to find out where they were.

"You all look very lovely this morning." Wolfe greeted the room as he joined the buffet line, and the witches giggled.