[Kitanna]

It was a long night for the villagers. Most of them had gone to bed with fear as a bedfellow, and apparently he hogs the blankets. They came out of their homes groggy, bags under their eyes, and totally cranky. Not one “good morning” was uttered as they assembled to discuss the werewolf problem.

One less villager was in their midst. Thinlómien was not there. Realizing the penguin fisher was not among them a group was sent to see what had been done to while she slept.

At first nothing seemed out of order at the penguin farm. Thinlómien’s house looked intact. The door was left ajar, but it didn’t look like there was much of a struggle to get in. Mithalwen was the first through the door, Valier and JennyHallu followed close behind.

“Thinlómien, are you in here?” Mithalwen called, peeking inside the bedroom.

“Oh, she’s here alright.” Valier called from the kitchen.

The other two joined her in the kitchen and saw that Valier spoke true. Lying face up on the floor was Thinlómien, her eyes were open in fear and her body was stiff as a board.

“It looks like she just died of fright.”

The three shared nervous glances, before bolting from the house. As the story of Thinlómien’s demise was retold to the village, three villagers were laughing on the inside.

LIVING
JennyHallu ~ Friendly neighborhood tax collector
Eonwe ~ Hermit
Sleepy Ranger ~ Messiah of Rock 'n' Roll
Firefoot ~ Person who runs the stables
Roa_Aoife ~ Local protestor/ lobbyist
Valier ~ Dance instructor
Nogrod ~ Pipe-weed grower
Elu Ancalime ~ Brass Musician
Gandalf_the _white ~ Magician
Folwren ~ Seamstress
Mithalwen ~ Baker/confectioner

DEAD
Kitanna (mod)~ Stabbed with a letter opener on Night One
Wilwarin (hunter)~ Flogged to death on Day One
Thinlómien (ordo) ~ Dropped dead from fright on Night Two

Wolves stop PMing, Day Two has begun.