Tol-in-Gaurhoth XIII: Enter Shamville

[Celuien]

Originally Posted by tar-ancalime

If it's high pitch you crave, I urge you to try my enchanted whistle. Handmade of pure lithuanium, mined from a mountain near Srobrocznya, winked at by jackals, and guaranteed to send shivers up the spine of any cani--er, lycan. This whistle, of course, is worth twice its weight in gold, but as things do seem to be getting a little tense around here I'll allow you to have a free tootle.

I think I'll have to pass on that whistle. I'm still upset over those planing knives you sold me. Solid steel? More like aluminum foil over clay. They broke the first time I tried them.

With regard to the task at hand, I still see nothing to go on, since no one appears suspicious yet.

I won't be making any random accusations today. I'm a craftsperson, and I work slowly and deliberatively, perfecting my instruments over years. So it goes against the grain for me to say anything rashly. Though, unfortunately, I fear my choice is still bound to be incorrect. Such is the grim arena of day one.

Finally, I will be at the shop from 9 to 5 EST during the week, so my votes will have to come over lunch (about three or four hours before the deadline).

It's bedtime for your local luthier. I'll return in a few hours.