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Panakeia blinked sadly at SPaM, curled up with a bottle of tavern beer in one of his bathtubs. What a shame, she thought. I'm sure he's brilliant when not hitting the sauce. I wonder why he does that? Wilhelmina's suggestion of drunkeness as a cover for lupine traits was not entirely convincing to her. SPaM's alcohol driven escapdes only made him more conspicuous, the last thing Panakeia figured a wolf would want to be. Though she thought she could understand why an innocent would take to drinking. The pressure of living in a werewolf infested village, however briefly, was too much.
Then another idea came to her. But she feared to give voice to her thought. Werewolves might be listening. Instead, she merely said, "Really, I don't think we should lynch SPaM. He doesn't seem like a wolf to me. Just an innocent, hapless drinker. And who knows? If we get him away from the tavern, he might sober up into a useful ally. Here. Let's get things rolling." She picked up her stone and cast a vote for ++CoD. A loud splash from the pond informed her that the fish was not pleased.
Then she tiptoed up to a newly snoring SPaM. Panakeia carefully took the bottle of beer from under his arm and poured the contents into an empty bottle from her sample case, then refilled the beer bottle with Formula 250 Energy Boosting Drink. I hope that helps some. Just sugar water, but it is better than booze. Then she grinned at CoD. Tapping the beer, she said, "Marinade, my friend. Marinade." CoD turned a dull, angry eye toward her. As he tried his best to splatter the pond water over her dress, she walked impassively out of range to await further developments in the village.
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