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One by one the villagers woke up and began to gather in the town square, all of them extremely glum about the last 3 Days. It was another nice day, which many of them found odd; during such a terrible time surely it should be rainy, or at least a little cloudy. But no, the sun shone and the birds sang as if all was well with the world.

As they arrived it took them a few moments to notice who it was that was missing. It was Gwathagor. They stood around quite confused, they didn’t even know where Gwath lived. So they wandered, trying to find a house fit for a drunken vagrant. No luck.

“Well, I don’t see where he could have lived. Which way did he go at the end of the Day?” Fea asked.

“Well, I think maybe that direction.” Eomer suggested, pointing south-east. The villagers followed his finger and saw in the distance a great castle atop a hill.

“Maybe he lived near that castle?” Nerwen suggested.

“Isn’t that just a model?” Greenie questioned.

“Well, maybe it isn’t. Let’s go see.” Lari said. So the villagers began to walk towards the castle. It wasn't a great distance away, so soon they arrived.

“Hmm, so it isn’t a model then…interesting.” McCaber said, quite impressed.

As they got closer they could see something hanging mid-way up one of the large stone walls. When they stopped a few feet away they realised it was Gwath. He was hanging by his wrists, which were attached by strong ropes. Their eyes drifted down until they landed on his feet. Or lack thereof; they had been chopped off somehow. As they looked over him again they noticed he was also holding a beautiful glass slipper.

“Look at the sign by the door!” Izzy exclaimed, pointing near the large wooden door. There was a small sign, and written on it in a beautiful script was: This be the castle of Prince Gwathagor the Charming.

“Oh my, we had a secret Prince living among us.” Inziladun proclaimed as they all stared back at the body of Gwath in awe.

“I’ll be sure to give him a very nice burial then.” Eomer said, taking the shovel down from his shoulder yet again.

The villagers let him be as they began walking back down to the village. Cinderella, who was still hidden among them, shed a silent tear. She had known the identity of her prince, but he had not been able to find her. Her first instinct was to leave and live her lonely life far away from this place, but she decided against it. She would stay in this village and she would help them be rid of the evil that had taken her destined love away from her.

Discussions began.

The dead:
Nienna - bookkeeper - hung Day 1 - ordinary villager
Lommy – minstrel – mauled Night 2 – ordinary villager
Mith - herbalist - lynched Day 2 - Fair Maiden
Boro88 - the shruber – yum, frog legs Night 3 – Frog-Prince
Sally – poor serving girl – died of shear sorrow Night 3 - Princess
Shasta - fletcher - shot by arrows Day 3 - ordinary villager
Gwath – drunk vagrant – defeated Night 4 – Prince Charming

The living:
Nerwen - bookmaker
Eomer - gravedigger
Aganzir - jailor, arena and lions included
McCaber - humble shopkeeper
Izzy - baker
Mira - apothocary
Gaurcrist - blacksmith
Kath - restaurant owner
Inziladun - shruberrer's apprentice
Fea - Storyteller
Greenie - school teacher
Lari - fortune teller
the phantom - the crazy book liberator

It is now Day 4. You may discuss. Names names names.

Sidenote: Cinderella is still in danger from the Robber Bridegroom. Otherwise there’s nothing special about her.