When dawn flamed over the Golden Wood, the Elves were most surprised to find the supposed Galadriel still amongst them. Surely, they reasoned, the evil ones would never have left so dangerous an Elf alive... if Aganzir were really what she claimed to be.
Aganzir's protestations of being equally astonished were met with scepticism. Yet, despite the general feeling that she must be evil, somehow nobody actually suggested killing her. There was always the chance, however remote, that she was telling the truth. And then, too, there was that about the Elf-woman's steely glare that made the others very unwilling to take her on, outnumber her though they might.
"If you're not going to kill me," she said, "then how about- McCaber? He voted to lynch me yesterDay!"
"Huh?" McCaber mumbled through a mouthful of
lembas.. "How is that a reason? Practically everyone here thinks you're evil!"
"It was the way you did it," Farael explained. "A very sinister, evil sort of way."
"Yes," said Shasta. "Besides, you talk with your mouth full."
"Disgusting," Aganzir agreed. "You're either one of these terrible werewolves, or a traitor in our midst. Either way it's shameful of you to eat our
lembas, and I hope you choke- now there's a thought!"
"Wha-" McCaber began, but before he could finish the word, Aganzir had jammed a cake of
lembas down his windpipe. The hapless Wood Elf staggered about, clutching his throat, his face turning purple. He collapsed across a branch, jerked once, twice and was still.
That was all. There was no change, no transformation into the natural shape of a monster of the night. McCaber had been innocent.
~~~~~~
The Living
Sally
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
Shasta
Coppermirror
Kitanna
Aganzir
The Dead
Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod).
Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover).
Boro, dragged under by a swan-submarine Night Two. (Ordo).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).
It is now Night Two. Wolves plot, Seer dream, Nimrodel... do your thing.