Two weeks after the spells were cast, Wolfe found himself stuck in an office, processing reports from the witches of Forest Grove on the first batch of volunteers that would be sent to the trial zone, as they had chosen to call it.
They had three times as many applications to go as they had people in town, and each of them was for a party of ten. That was the group size that they had decided on so that they could have a proper mix of skills, and to make sure that they had enough support to deal with the threats that they were likely to find.
The strange thing about it was that he had required them to turn in the applications in person. So, someone from each of these groups had been here, in Forest Grove, in the last two weeks to drop the application off.
