[Thinlómien]

"Well, well", Thinlómien said. "It seems I must be the one to actually start demanding someone's death." She looked around carefully.

"I personally dislike mere chatting on a serious occasion. This brings two spamcake-eaters to my mind. " She glanced at Gil and Naria.

"Though, another of them speaks only of pancakes, but the more slithery one - if I may use that word - tries to blame those who haven't yet spoken, though there's long 'til sunset. That makes me wary. We all have other duties, even now when our lives are at stake. That is why I say that

++Naria

must die."

The elf maiden rose up and wrapped her cloak around her. She looked at the haradrim woman. She did not smile because she knew that even the warmest smile couldn't undo the severe accusation she had just spoken aloud. "Bad reasoning, I know, but that's the best I'm capable of at this phase of the day. Sadly, I didn't hear most of the people to say even one word. That is a real shame."

"Good day to you, my fellow villagers. Hopefully we nail one of those beasts today. Unfortunately, rest of it must happen without me. I'm off to tend the horses, they need me. "