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Night One Intricacies
The good wizard felt at a loss, and rushed about the room looking for just the right book. "Scrying," mumbled the good wizard. "That's what I need to do. How is it done?" At last the good wizard found the right ancient volume and poured over it long into the night, and almost until dawn before being sure of what action to take.
Meanwhile the evil wizard had not been idle, but had cursed three villagers, and they had become werewolves. They raced into the night and sought their prey, finding him alone, asleep, and defenseless. They woke him and leered at his terror, then attacked him, first a gash to the throat so that he could not scream. Then they mauled him, almost beyond recognition. Almost.
At last the good wizard rose from the table and scried. The one scried was fanged! "Uncursed be!" cried the good wizard. As luck would have it, the killing and disposing of the body had been long gone and the other two werwolves were not nearby. The uncursed werewolf was safe, and no longer a werewolf. Almost, however, the good wizard saw a shadow of some kind, lurking in the darkness behind the identity of this former werewolf. "The evil wizard!" the good wizard said. "I must discern!" But the good wizard had not studied discernment of the evil wizard, and was unprepared, and could not discover the evil wizard's identity. The good wizard resolved to be prepared the following night.
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