"
Nogrod's reaching."
Greenie said above all the bickering and shouting. The villagers quieted knowing time was running out and they needed to decide on who to send to the gallows. They were determined to keep their heads. Reason and rationality will find the wolves amongst them. Or so the innocents hoped.
"Preposterous!" boomed
Nogrod.
"Your arm has grown long indeed." observed
Lottie.
"Let's stop with the metaphorical suspicions and get something more concrete." said
Shasta. "I vote
Inzil."
Inzil gave a sarcastic sigh. "Now there's a shocker. Concrete evidence. Obviously the furrier has to be the most furry. That's not at all metaphorical."
"Glad you agree." added
Pitch. "That settles it then."
The villagers bound Inzil and led him up to the swinging gibbet. And there he hung lifeless. But Inzil grew no fangs or claws. He sprouted no new fur either.
"Well. Unless Inzil shaved to make those furry boots of his, I'd say he's not a wolf." chimed
sally.
"Where have you been all day!" grumbled many of the Dale residents.
LIVING
Aganzir...Baker's wife.
Bom...Cobbler.
Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
Kath...Baker.
Kitanna...Cooper.
Loslote...Candlestick Maker.
Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil.
Nerwen...Town crier.
Pitchwife...Shepherd.
Sally...most prestigious Musician and Poet of Lake-town.
Shasta...Notable miscreant.
DEAD
Boro...King's Secretary - Night 1
Inziladun...Furrier
(Ordo) - Day 1
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Wolves chatter and decide your kill.
Bard Hunt. Seer and Ranger send out your birdies.
Edit: No apology necessary Agan, I find that ironically amusing. 