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The wolves debated into the night and once they agreed on who would meet their end tonight, they set out while the village remained asleep.
"Do you feel that?" one asked.
"I do." concurred another. "And I don't like it much." What it was the wolves did not know, but it felt as if there were a great and powerful will coming down from the skies above. "Let's steer clear, whatever it is."
The wolves proceeded on to house of their chosen victim.
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Morning had come, but it wasn't the rooster crows which awoke the town. They heard a pained wailing coming from the Baker's hovel.
Normally, the town could smell the delicious, fresh-baked rolls and pastries each day. But this morning, there was no smell of freshly made breads. Only a piercing cry. And out ran Agan, her gown was soaked red. The blood of the Baker.
LIVING
Aganzir...Baker's wife.
Bom...Cobbler.
Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
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
Kath...Baker (Ordo) - Night 2.
It's day 2. Kath the ordo is wolf-fodder.
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