I'm here!
Apologies for my lateness, villagefolk, I was unfortunately occupied with my books, and then out of the village to see the nearest toothtinkler.
Now, there are many villagers amongst us. Twenty in fact. And nineteen of us are guilty of something or other - only I have managed to live a life of pristine perfection and purity, pursuing the practice of hat-cobbling for the people. And no, that doesn't mean I'm the cobbler. Stop reading into things so much. Sheesh.
Fine, I'll be serious. One of us is dead, after all, Eru rest his soul.
I would like to declare myself openly hostile to
all those those trying to kill
Nilp. Nilp is
Nilp. Is
Nilp. Is suicidal. Got it?
Out of all those foolish enough to do so, I am most suspicious of
Gil-Galad, for reasons obvious enough.
I would also like to declare my suspicions of
Kath, we all know what a lying little sneak she is.
