Meneltarmacil wandered into the bar. He had heard the legends of the Dunedain that spoke of werewolves and their passion for destroying villages, but found it hard to believe that it could actually be happening in this day and age.
Yet he had been transported out of his time and put in whatever this place was for strange reasons, reasons which had now become clear. He was here to help deal with werewolves, as were the others who had arrived in this village.
"Glirdan... Alas, I barely knew him, and I believe the wolves killed him to keep him from telling us about what was at stake," the man said. "As for finding the wolves, I can offer little advice. This first Day, we do not have anything to go on, sadly, and the best choice we can really make is a semi-educated guess based on what everyone says. If there still isn't any choice, I suppose there's always this."
He took a twenty-sided die from the folds of his cloak and rolled it. It landed on the number 6.
"That would be JennyHallu, I believe, looking at the list of those in the village," Menel remarked. "A known criminal already. Moving up from thieving to murder, are we?"
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