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As if by unspoken agreement the villagers all gathered quietly in the town square the next morning. The gallows standing nearby was an ominous reminder of the previous night’s mistake no one wanted to remember or repeat.
It soon became clear that one of their number would not be showing up: Feanor of the Peredhil was missing. The villagers quickly agreed that they had better go find out what had happened, though no one doubted for a moment that the wolves had killed her.
Fortunately, the walk was not long and the villagers were soon standing in front of Fea’s very nice house.
“One would think that a pathological liar wouldn’t have so much money to spend,” grumped one of the more honorable villagers.
“I’d rather be poor and living than wealthy and dead,” retorted another, and that was the end of that.
Fortunately, they did not have to force themselves into the house this time - the wolves had left the door slightly ajar. Not only that, but the villagers found that starting in the entrance hall there was a trail of arrows pointing the way – arrows painted in blood. “How nice,” said one of the villagers, sarcastically hysterical. “Not only is the door open, but we don’t even have to search the whole house.”
Nevertheless, the villagers followed the relatively short trail to its end in a rather spacious room. They saw no sign of Fea, however; instead, the final arrow pointed to two words: Obligatory lie.
“The arrows’ directions were a lie,” explained someone for those who didn’t understand. “We’ll have to search the house after all.” The search took somewhat longer, since Fea’s house was more complex in layout than Firefoot’s cabin.
Their search was ended with the discovery of another message: Second lie: Fea was a wolf. This time, however, it wasn’t written in blood. It was written in guts – Fea’s guts.
The villagers’ gazes traveled upwards and alighted on the rest of Fea. After being gutted, she had been stuffed (no one cared to find out with what), posed, and laid on the mantelpiece as a hunter might display a prized pheasant. Indeed, the wolves had been quite pleased with their choice of kill.
“Well…” said one villager (the same who had said they would catch the wolves or die trying), “she wasn’t a werewolf, but at least she wasn’t anything else either.” Tactless as this comment was, it was true. Fea had been entirely ungifted.
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Living:
Dancing Spawn
Durelin
Elf-warrior
Encai
Eomer
Kath
Kitanna
Lhuna
LMP
Mormegil
Oddwen
Oromin
Saurreg
TGWBS
TORE
Wilwarin
Dead:
Firefoot – drowned and burned by werewolves on Night 1
Nilpaurion (Ordinary Villager) – beat piñata style and killed by villagers on Day 1
Fea (Ordinary Villager) – gutted and stuffed by werewolves on Night 2
Score:
Werewolves – 3
Villagers – 13
It is now Day 2. Wolves should stop PM’ing; Shirriffs may start. Day will end in 24 hours.
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