Well, since everyone is so quiet....
Form: After playing so long without this young gent, I don't wish him to go, and I don't find him wolfish at the moment, certainly not to the extent McCaber does.
McCaber: Stay out of trouble. I mean it.
Boro: Behave, my boy, and perhaps you'll get a treat in the Morning.
Lommy: Flip flop. Flip flop. (I have nothing. I just wished to say this.)
Eomer: I think we've made the right decision toDay, and hopefully the dead can shed some light on our current predicament and we can all be a happy little family again.
Morm: My condolences, sir, but I wish you well in the afterlife regardless of your role.
Shasta: My psychic wolf boy is rubbing me the wrong way. Are you a naughty boy? You can't be, can you? I'll have to look at you more closely, you sneaky creature.
Mith: Getting into the idea of orchestrating votes for more information, which does put a bit of positive light, but I'm still wary.
Kath: Perhaps the self-vote might be a good idea toMorrow indeed. We shall see. In any case, it's always nice to see a little more Kath.
I entreat the ranger to look upon me with favor this evening, as I rather fear I may be the next target and I have much to say toMorrow (as it will be the weekend, yay!). Until the Morning, my friends.
x'd with the mod (as I apparently lost track of time)