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Standing in Lalwendė's garden, Holby steps forward, eying nervously those around her. She never takes her eyes from Saucie. "I've never told you," she begins, "but I am the many-greats granddaughter of a celebrated Seer. I inherited, though, sadly, my dreams are rarely of much help. You see, those who I dream about tend to die immediately after. Legate... kicked it during a bit of idiocy on your part. Brinniel died in the night. Please, my friends, keep up tradition. I've dreamt of The Saucepan Man. And he is evil as only a wolf can be. You must kill him also."
She expects him to pounce, to leap for her throat and cut her down. Better yet, he proposes a counter-attack. "She's obviously lying."
Every villager laughs at him.
"What you've forgotten," says the phantom, "is that Holby is too sweet to manipulate people like that. She's the one who knows the marriage lore of the Rings, she's the one who cares for people's children... Though she would make a formidable enemy, it's not her style at all to be so brazen. Now if, say, you or I pretended to be a Seer to flush the real one, that would be believable. But it's Holby. Sweet Holby. Lovable Holby. It's cute that you thought your last ditch effort would work."
A woman screams as Spam's claws lengthen. "But it's daylight!"
The Saucepan Wolf lunges for Holby's throat, throwing aside villagers in his attempt to kill his accuser. Seer or not, she's turned the village against him.
"I think not!" cries the phantom, always one for drama, bravado, and showing off his savior complex to the delight of the ladies. He shoots The Wolfpan Man in the back of the head with a razor sharp arrow. Wolfpan falls with a resounding thud, twitching.
"He's still alive!" cries one.
"No he isn't." says the phantom casually. "It's just that my arrow is embedded in his nervous system."
Holby shivers mere inches from his outstretched arm. Every villager suspects she will not last the night. She hopes only for the ability to help the village once more.
Yet as though an enchantment is upon them, the villagers all retire to bed. Night is dangerous in these parts; the only safety is behind locked doors. And for one in their midst? A door will not be enough.
As each villager passes into his or her respective cottage, Kath runs forward, eying the setting sun with uncertainty. "Am I too late?"
"Yes." says a disembodied voice from the graveyard. "You are."
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Dead
Night One: Boromir88 (scholar) and Fea (wife)
Day One: Legate (innocent), Durelin (innocent), Menel (innocent)
Night Two: Brinniel (innocent)
Day Two: Shasta (innocent)
Night Two: Lalwendė (innocent)
Day Three: The Saucepan Man (wolf)
Alive
CaptainofDespair
Gil-Galad
Holbytlass
Kath
Mithalwen
the phantom
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