[JennyHallu]

Our dear beloved Ranger! Sleepy, you will be missed! And now, to find ourselves trapped, with a murderor and a traitor in our midst?

I fear my profession has perhaps been vindicated.

But I fear that nothing will be gained by pointing fingers at the quiet among us. All have different ways of dealing with grief...

We must be careful. It would be far too easy to point fingers at one who is too loud, or too quiet. What is more telling is what is or isn't said.

Therefore I must join my fellow herald (albeit of far different dooms) in urging the company gather together and work to understand the threat among us. Perhaps the traitor will slip.

EDIT: xposted with Nogrod.