[Anguirel]

Well, the phantom didn't-probably couldn't-take my hint to him to show up.

As it seems to me, the village's choice resembles the choice of Nargothrond after the coming of Turin.

Shall we keep quiet, stay as safe as we can, and trust to our Ranger's skill and our voters' lack of it? Eventually, that way lies our end; a slow, drawn out, ignominious demise. A poor death.

Or shall we grasp fate with both hands and challenge the wolves openly? It is very likely that in doing so, we go to our doom. But there is a chance of glorious victory; a larger one of glorious downfall, a tale that will be told around campfires to the sound of weeping and gasping, immortalised in song and in lament. Either way, I prefer it.

Mine is the choice of Turin, both the bitter and the bitter.

This werewolf cloak is genuine. This knife is Elven-crafted. It saved Marcolie Lamen's life last night, in a terrible battle with an unknown wolf.

I am the Ranger. Marcolie Lamen is innocent. Make of that what you will.

Innocents, please believe us at last. Rally to Marcolie and to me, in the last hours I have left with you before nightfall. Study our accusers and their motivations. Vote with us. And we may yet corner a wolf, and revive hope.

Day shall come again!