While Wolfe's face twisted up at the unexpectedly sour juice, one of the witches spoke up to make a request.
"The rest will be here soon. But I saw my son outside this morning, practicing his sword techniques for the first time in ages because he says that you gave him a magical blade. I don't suppose that you could make another one, could you? My other boy is getting jealous." One of the witches chuckled, pointing out the patio doors to where Wolfe recalled the training grounds being.
Wolfe quickly recovered from the shock of the unexpected juice and addressed the witch whose son was out training at dawn.
"Oh, I didn't give him the magical blade. You did. I just fixed it. Once it was fixed, it turned out to be a rather well-made Flame Blade, with a small mana crystal in the hilt to power its use." He explained.
