WWJ XI: When World's Collide

[Thinlómien]

Thinlómien followed Nogrod to Volo's inn after hesitating a bit. She gestured Wilwa to join the company.

Thinlómien couldn't help smiling. The village was doing very well. "Nogrod, Boromir. If you are wolves, you are so cunning ones that I wouldn't mind losing the game to you." She curtseyed. "Both playing a part in lynching a wolf, again."

"Now, master Gil, you don't do much good for your cause by this statement:

Originally Posted by Gil-Galad

and if the wolf was smart, he/she would know that to keep me alive would mean to use me as a scapegoat, so if you vote for me then you are helping the wolf's plans, though eventually he/she will be captured, it will cost us quite a bit.

We don't suffer much if one innocent more dies; we are in a better position than the sole wolf. If we however lynched you, and you were his/her scapegoat, s/he loses one and must find a new one. Besides, the theory's a bit hm... unconvincing. I'm sorry to say, but I don't think you'd be a probable wolf kill anyways."

"Volo, might I have an applejuice, please?" Thinlómien asked, taking a more comfortable position on the chair.

"Now, this Gil here certainly is one I'm interested to lynch. When he posts, he mostly gives quite suspicious statements. He's very silent and - I'm sorry to say - not a great asset to the village since he doesn't contribute very much to the discussion."