As
Loslote lay down for sleep, tired and discouraged at the lack of progress in finding those bent on exercising their mischievous will on the others, she absent-mindedly took out a box of her favorite
breath mints and shook a few out. As she popped them into her mouth, she had no memory of having that box out earlier at dinner, and she had not seen someone casually shaking into it a drop or two from a small vial. Before she knew what was happening,
Loslote fell victim to an unnatural slumber.
When she was found the following morning, her companions sadly shook their heads. There was nothing to do but leave her as she was, and hope for the best.
The "Living"
Nerwen
Sally
Coppermirror
Kitanna
Lommy
Shasta
Kath
Boro
The "Dead"
Professor Inzil
Legate (Ordo)
Greenie (Ordo)
Nogrod (Ordo)
Loslote (Ordo)
IT IS DAY 3.