Cailín had been quiet up till now. Not only had the death of poor Wilwa disturbed her greatly, she also preferred listening to what the others were saying – expecting that sooner or later, she might catch one of her fellow villagers making a Freudian slip. Alas, no one had complained about sudden shaving problems just yet.
Her little notebook – the one people assumed she used to write down their orders in – was already filled with interesting notes and scribbling about the regular customers. After all, it was quite a shock to find the phantom sober after all this time – he must be afraid, somehow, he might say too much if he were to behave in his usual fashion. Also, Boromir had lately denied her a pay raise, so there was definitely something evil going on there – but maybe it was just greediness, which is not merely a wolfish flaw.
With a desperate shrug, she decided that if nothing else, she could always get everyone as drunk as possible. There was bound to be a wolf who could not hold his (or her) liquor.
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So, I guess it's time to start analyzing posts, theories and reactions.
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And I guess it's time for that, too.
