The plane glided to a gentle stop in front of the crowd gathered outside the village's entrance, wondering what the noise was.
"Greetings, everyone. I have your delivery from the witches of Forest Grove. If you have the spare helpers, please grab a bag and bring it to your storage space before we attract too much more attention." Wolfe called as the propellor spun down, and the noise dropped enough for him to be heard.
Once each onlooker had a bag in their hands, the plane was empty, but they were still standing there staring at Wolfe in shock and confusion.
"Oh, right. You're not scouts, so you haven't met me. I'm Wolfe Noxus, better known as the Snow Demon. These are the foods grown by the witches in my village, as well as some potions for your healers.
