Tol-in-Gaurhoth XLIX - At the Source of Darkness

[Formendacil]

What's this?

I'm actually not dead?

Unheard of! Absurd!

Or, at least, according to the phantom's calculations of yesterday, I must surely be a cobbler, right?

The consensus seemed to agree with him.

I'm not dead.

So....

Clearly, I'm not a cobbler.

Because the wolves don't eat cobblers if they know them (unless they're trying to confuse the village), and the cobbler-killer does kill... and he didn't last night...

And I was the consensus cobbler-probable.

And I'm not dead?

Does that all make sense?

Of course it does.

Now, the real question is...

Why didn't the cobbler-assassin kill me?

There is, of course, another logical answer...

The cobbler-assassin didn't think I was a cobbler. And while this doesn't exonerate me, but rather leaves me in the "who knows?" category, it should perhaps at least give the phantom-esquely confidant reason to believe that I'm not the only one who doesn't think I'm a cobbler.


And... on another note:

I really do apologise for my limited involvement... but I probably should have known better that to agree to stick with the late start.

On the other hand, I could just be using this because it's a ploy, and I don't normally think to use ploys.

Ploys are good: they irk the phantom.

And I really do love irking the phantom.