[dancing spawn of ungoliant]

A day full of discussion had ended. The Village Daydreamer had claimed to be able to see interesting dreams at night, too, and the votes had been cast, but the townspeople weren't quite sure whether they had caught a lycan or not.

"A wolf! A wolf! We've got a wolf!" half of the villagers racketed pointing at Wayne.

"How do we know that he is a wolf? Just because she told us?" the other half romped pointing at Wilwarin.

"Quiet, quiet. Quiet! There are ways of telling whether he is a werewolf", Eonwe, who was a learned man, said.
"Are there? What are they?" Celuien inquired.

"Tell me, what do you do with werewolves?" Eonwe asked.
"Hang!" Anguirel bawled.

But remembering their first hanging attempt that was a more or less eccentric performance, they came up with another option.

"Burn!" "Burn them up!"
"And what do you burn, apart from wolves?" Eonwe led the villagers.
"More wolves." Glirdan blurted.
"Wood", Kitanna said enthusiastically.
"Good. Now, why do wolves burn?"
"B... because they're made of... wood?" tar-ancalime said hesitantly and scratched her head.
"Good", Eonwe commended. "So how do you tell whether he is made of wood?"
"Build a bridge out of him", Celuien suggested.
"But can you not also build bridges out of stone?" littlemanpoet reminded.
"Oh yeah", she admitted.
"Does wood sink in water?" Eonwe helped.
"No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw him into the pond!" Firefoot shouted.
"No, no. What else floats in water?" sighed Eonwe.
"Bread!"
"Apples."
"Very small rocks."
"Cider."
"Gravy."
"Cherries."
"Mud."
"Churches."
"Lead! Lead!"

"A Goose", notified Lalaith.

"Exactly", Eonwe smiled. "So, logically..."
"If he weighed the same as a goose... he's made of wood", Anguirel concluded
"And therefore...", Eonwe looked the crowd inquiringly.
"...A werewolf!" they squealed.

By mere chance, there happened to be a large enough scale in the Village, and Lalaith was told to fetch one of her geese for weighing. Littlemanpoet and Glirdan lifted Wayne on the one scale pan and the goose on the other. Although it was quite obvious that Wayne did not weigh the same as the goose, the villagers decided to burn him anyway.

Wayne was quickly tied up to a pole and placed in the middle of the village square. Cords of branches and dry leaves were brought at his feet. "You fools! You'll curse the day you killed me", he growled. "Yeah, right", the villagers muttered and lit the pyre. The kindling caught on fire instantly, and red flames reached towards the dusky sky. Thick smoke made Wayne cough and suddenly his body started twitching spasmodically. A blood-curdling howl burst out of his mouth that had became a furry snout, and sharp claws grew out of his huge paws, but the ropes holding back the beast didn't break. A horrendous black wolf glared at the villagers behind a wall of fire as they watched the goldsmith slowly burning to death.



Living:
Anguirel - jester
Celuien - luthier
Eonwe - militiaman
Firefoot - traveller who has a dog
Glirdan - undead with Michael Jackson's nose
Kitanna - goat herder
Lalaith - goosegirl
littlemanpoet - village undertaker
tar-ancalime - charlatan
Wilwarin538 - official town daydreamer

Dead:
dancing spawn of ungoliant(mod) - mangled, tangled and strangled in fishing nets on Night 1
Bergil(ord) - hanged to death with profitable consequences on Day 1
Kuruharan(ord) - half devoured and prepared to be turned into haggis on Night 2
Meneltarmacil(ord) - sat on, roasted, minced and boiled by three passing by trolls on Day 2
Kath(ord) - chopped up and organized alphabetically on Night 3
WaynetheGoblin(wolf) - burned to death on Day 3

Score:
Villagers: 10
Wolves: 2

It is now Night 4. Wolves and Gifteds, you know what to do. Villagers, go to sleep. The Night ends in 24 hours at 9:00 pm. GMT. Good Night!