[Anguirel]

*The quart of whisky has been admnstered.*

Sa-ha, buckoes...allow me divululllul-hic-ge...divulg...er...tell the secrets of crime lore. Takes one to know one! This Gaurwaith's techniques may help ye find the Gaurhoth...though mind that once the werewolves hear them, they may try to contradict them.

After I poignarded Red Fingers, the Elvenking's shirriffs and what have you were running around looking for the killer. Now they ran across me a dozen times; and I didn't risk anything. I could've told 'em Grendelgurd the Hairy did it, but then, if they thought old Grendy was innocent, they would've strung me up, wouldn't they?

So I just kept myself out of theories and possibilities, and I mourned Fingers like a brother. Ahem...that said, I'm going to keep myself out of theories and possibilities, and mourn Wilwa like a sister.

You see, when Fingers bought it, there was jist the Elvenking's police to contend with. This time...the claw of the Dark Lord is here as well as the arm of the Law. I'm scared. But what I'm saying is, don't go for the accusers, nehhh. By and large, go for the seconders, make decisions without showing feeling. In my book, they'll be the ones with whiskers.