[Glirdan]

Glirdan stumbled into the café looking very disgruntled and upset all at once. "The usual, please," he said as he took his favortie spot at the bar. "I can't believe I got that wrong. How could a drunk beat me in my own perfession? And Wilwa, dead!!! Pourquoi!?!? Pourquoi!?!? For those of you who don't know french, that is "Why!?!? Why!?!?" Me and her were best friends. We used to sit and talk in french and do math problems together!!! We were scholars together in Minas Tirith!!! Why would the wolves go for her!?!? I've been up all night pondering on this. Maybe they thought she was to smart for their own good and that she would eventually find out who it was. And where did these wolves suddenly come form!?!? But the main question is 'Who are the wolves?' I can't imagine any of us in our fair town who would want to do any harm. I think we need to keep a good eye on the Kuru. There's been nothing but trouble since that faire came to town." He then sat and drank his french vanilla in thought, waiting to hear others input on the sad situation.