“I'm the seer!” Lommy cried. “I've been masquerading as a woman to hide myself from the wraiths. I'm Butterbur.”
“I'm Butterbur.” Brinn shouted back. “And I've always preferred drag.”
“Wraith!” Lommy pointed a finger at Brinn. “Bloody, filthy wraith!”
“Bill Ferny!” Brinn said. But the village had believed Lommy and not her. “You're all cattle, lemmings, sheep! Sheeple! This place is boring.” Brinn was slowly backing away from the crowd. “My companions will avenge me!” She sprinted away, heading right for her pie shop.
The village gave chase. But Brinn ran fast. She barreled through her front door, slammed it and locked it. Unfortunately she have run out of town rather than trapping herself in a building. Angered by the havoc Brinn had been allowed to cause over the past few nights the villages lit torches and surrounded the shop.
A brick came flying through the window. “You better pay for that!” Brinn went to the broken window and shook her fist.
While the villagers had a clear shot a torch flew through the air and hit Brinn in the face. She screamed in pain and terror. Her human disguise melted off, revealing the nothingness beneath. Lommy rushed in, grabbed Brinn and threw her into her pie oven. The wraith shrieked and banged on the oven door. But no one was going to come to her rescue.
Brinn died and her shop was searched. The villagers uncovered her wraith cloak and sword. One down, three to go.
Living
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Dead
Kitanna – Made an example of Night 1 (moddess)
Gollum the Great – Eaten by hogs Day 1 (innocent)
Shastanis Althreduin – Forced to swallow a sword Night 2 (innocent)
Durelin – Hanged on Day 2 (innocent)
Nogrod – Disemboweled and hanged by own intestines Night 3 (innocent)
Feanor of the Peredhil – Hoed to death Day 3 (innocent)
Brinniel – Set on fire and turned into Mrs. Lovett Day 4 (wraith)
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