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Originally Posted by Mac
What evil act of elvish enchantment brought me here without my wain?
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Thinlómien cast a suspicious look on
Macalaure the Wainrider. "So you're blaming my noble people for all this? Racists, are we?" There was only a slight hint of smile in her eyes, but that was enough to tell that she was not really serious.
The elf stablehand stood up, lifted her hand gesturing people to be quiet and started a speech:
"Discuss, I said and discuss we - or I at least - will indeed. I encourage every soul in the village to speak up their thoughts. Now, that we are gathered here, torn from our homes and ages to this strange place, it is easy for everyone - including the lycantrophes - to hide their true character behind the cover we see. We all have prejudices and expectations about each other because of what we look like and where do we come from. As I said, this situation makes it really easy to hide the true personality and thoughts behind this image.
No innocent person suffers in this expectional case of revealing his or her personal thoughts, unlike the werewolves. Thus, I encourage every single innocent person - and why not the guilty ones too - to concentrate on ideas, tactics and cases, not on who they are and where do they come from and do they eat pancakes or not." She made a little pause. "I know it might be difficult on this first day - I have heard tales from travellers that pass through Doriath and leave their horses in the stables - but I beg you, my fellow victims to try. That is the only successful way to get rid of the lycantrophes, I say."
Without waiting for an applause for her speech she sat down and took a long sip from her pint. She tried to bring back to her mind all that had been said on the day, and pondered who would she blame of lycantrophy. She knew she wanted to have her word to affect things and she knew the horses would need her soon.