Assigned to Mordor RPG

[the guy who be short]

Fléin could hardly believe his ears. Here was solid evidence against that Fea harlot, and the entire village was ignoring it! What the - what was the Mordorian equivalent of Hell? - what the Mordor, then, were they playing at? As if owning a book on Werewolfing weren't reliable evidence pointing to one's guilt!

As much as he regretted saying so, his belief in the innocence of his fellow Offending Party was escalating with the suspect voting. Wilhelmina voting for SPaM had been a huge surprise - and had almost broke his heart. The woman of his desire voting for his only male company. Where could that have come from? They were best friends just yesterday. He felt Wilhelmina was hiding something.

Mardil was also acting quite oddly. It was he who had discovered the book of mischief - yet he didn't think it incriminating enough to vote for Fea, instead casting a vote for that fish. What was up with that?

Panakeia too voted for the fish, despite all the evidence arrayed against Fea. Fléin felt he was the only one sticking to sanity and logic, though he did, of course, have the perpetually inebriated SPaM by his side. Better a drunkard than nothing.

And, of course, Alli and Sai were... Well. There was definitely no trusting them.

That only left Valde to reside in; yet the man was so easily detestable that Fléin decided it wasn't worth the bother. He sat moodily on a stump, staring at a stick and contemplating suicide. Or homocide. The latter was more appealing by a factor of several million. He sighed.