[Valesse]

In frustration Valesse stared at the tiny...door. Yes, that is what they were called. The remains of a once beautiful tree, stripped of it's bark and handled thoughtlessly hour by hour. Come to think of it most of these buildings were made of the corpses of ruined trees. And here she was almost expected to appear inside this tiny structure!

"Hrrrrrmm", she groaned to herself, branches and boughs creaking with each direction she swayed. Slowly a thought occured to her and Valesse carefully leaned down toward the ground until she could just see inside a foggy window. With a woody finger she gently pushed a window open in order to hear the business going on from within.

"Who is this Wilwa? And how do they expect to -hang- her?" the Entwife thought. Clearly at least two of the clients inside were not at their best, and most others were eatting pancakes. On wooden tables! "Hmmm!" she exclaimed. Listening further there was speak of werewolves and a murder. "Most heinous a crime to take another life" the Fir nodded scornfully, eyeing still the overabundence of tree corpses decorating their commonroom, "and though it has been said before, you little people should not go about ignoring it for flat breads!"

"There has been much reason spoken here, but I do implore that it be spoken louder, as I can not bend in such a way to enter... As for you" She turned her large gaze toward Volo and Nogrod "Do not be so hasty that you can not speak, or speak thoughtfully. Hrrrm. Let us discuss what we have observed so far."

The Entwife bent further toward the ground, hoping for a better view. This was not at all comfortable, but nor was the situation. "Shifty, hasty ideas... hrrrm. These things are incriminating, and so is quick judgement. We seem very limited in our information at this point... some might feel that this is a useless hour, but as your tiny heads might come to it, it is not." She grumbled for a moment, having finally noticing the floor. Valesse took a deep breath and continued once more "You must ask yourself if your fellows are being bold or being wolfish, though I suppose wolves might sometimes be bold. Though I'm more inclined to believe that about bears. Ohhh! One used me as a scratching post once and it was awful!"

Shaking herself back into focus Valesse went on: "This Valier and Naria are suspect, and another this Menel perhaps, too? The first has spoken her woes away as far as I have heard, and that is all. This is not bold, nor does it seem wolfish... she is mourning." her branches creaked again, feeling strained Valesse stood and bent down in the other direction "And Naria has been eatting flatbreads. This too is not bold, nor is it mourning. Hrrrrm! This does not please me to find someone who would feel so little for the tragic end of a beautiful life."

"Menel, on the other branch, is some what bold, a little hasty... though not entirely brash. I do not believe that dice are a means to catching werewolves, but seeing as she has not cast a vote, it could have only been a sick joke in order to get others talking." Frowning even more, Valesse narrowed her giant eyes "And if this was the case, I should hope that your sense of humor improves."

Valesse blinked, another had been accused while she was delivering her thoughts. Shaking her large head the Entwife slowly fell silent.