[Garin]

I come to lament the deaths of fair Naria and Valier. They have been kind to this old warhorse.

I sit here - flanked- by two fine black cats. Good mousers that I have kept throughout my journeys. (The fat one is getting a bit lazy and has grown accustomed to spare fat from my carvings.)

I believe this will give me insight into these Werecats in our midst. However, they have been domesticated for a thousand years and hardly compare to the feline hell-spawn in our midst.

I think that, at least, one of the felines has visited us early--drunk or high on catnip from the power given them.

I will likely vote for one of the first three visitors to the village.