The Fae looked at Wolfe in shock. Surely, the Magi Saint couldn't be suggesting throwing both him and a batch of supplies out of the aircraft?
But that was precisely what Wolfe had in mind. With the assistance of magic, of course.
"Pilots, slow us to near stall speed and circle the defensive fort. I will cast the barriers to safely deploy our passenger and a skid of supplies, and then I will rejoin you when he is safely on the ground." Wolfe ordered.
"You're going with me?" The Fae man asked.
"I can fly faster than that plane, so it's not a problem for me to catch up again. I'll come down with you and explain the situation, then leave again to make the next drop. Don't worry, the Myrrh Coven had an arrangement with Forest Grove even before all this started, so they shouldn't react negatively to my arrival." Wolfe agreed.
