While Wolfe and the witches of the Den were handing out new gear, things were much different in the Morgana Coven's Council Chambers.
There were no cheers of joy, happy comparisons or talks of a bright future. Instead, the talks focused on survival.
"How many acres did they get this time?" Reiko asked her agriculture advisor, with a resigned look on her face.
"They only managed to loot about two at the very most, but they burned another two hundred. I'm afraid that is very nearly the last of our reagent farms outside the city walls. All of the farmers are too afraid of the insurgents to replant, so there is nothing growing for the summer's crop, and we lost almost all of the winter's growth." The older witch replied with a nearly panicked look.
