Wolfe settled in on his magical cushion on top of the ammo crates and waited for more of the guards to come and get their melee weapons upgraded. That would be enough to keep them happy for a few more days, and make them a proper threat to the visitors again, if someone did choose to start trouble.
Most of the Fae and Demons that had been sent were rank two or three, with a single powerful member above them to stabilize the mana flows in the region that they were assigned to. Rank Four magical swords would slice through whatever defensive magic they tried to use, and even if it was a Rank Five assistant to one of the regional guardians, a group of guards should be able to detain them without too much trouble.
That was all that the city guards were worried about. Everyone had been behaving fairly well, but in time they would lose the respect of the people if they couldn't actually do anything to keep the peace.
