I'm grateful for Anguirel's trust, and it would be very politic of me to concur with his assessment of me as mathematically hopeless.
But even though I am just a humble wet-nurse, I am a proud woman and in case I should die tonight, I don't want to go down in Tol-in-Gauroth history as a fool. I would like to point out that making a vote-counting mistake in the heat of the last minutes is not actually a sign of congenital stupidity or indeed of lycanthropy. Even our mighty and wise judge Anguirel was caught out yesterday, thinking Evisse had scored a draw. And Firefoot tallied up the scores wrong, in the cool light of morning, after all the excitement was over.
So you see we can all do it.
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Out went the candle, and we were left darkling
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