Dawn came again for most of the villagers of Lake-town, but as the previous dawn, it was a red one. And all understood that meant there was at least another death in the night.
"Where's the shepherd?" asked
Bom as the townsfolk began to gather together again.
"He likes keeping his flock closer to the mountains." said
Galadriel55. "He's got a further walk. Or maybe he's still asleep?"
Most looked as if they wanted to believe her, but
Nerwen had already began to tear up and the rest knew he was likely the next victim. As if they were led against their will, the people made their way towards the mountains.
There was no sign of
Pitch, but huddled around in a circle were his flock of sheep.
sally broke through the wall of baaa's and wool to find
Pitch bloody and maimed on the grass. It was clear the werewolves got to him and the sheep were lamenting over their shepherd, or they were just dumb sheep.
"How odd?" chuckled the Undertaker. "Who knew a pack of wolves that didn't like sheep?"
The Undertaker may have been right, but the people of Esgaroth understood now...they were the sheep. The Shepherd was another ordo, but time was running out if they didn't find the wolf-pack quickly.
LIVING
Bom...Cobbler.
Galadriel55...Cook.
Greenie...Undertaker.
Kitanna...Cooper.
Loslote...Candlestick Maker.
Nogrod...Wine-maker from Dorwiniondil.
Nerwen...Town crier.
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.
Agan...Baker's wife (Ordo) - Day 2
Pitch...Shepherd (Ordo) - Night 3
It's now Day 3.
And I was worried there wouldn't be enough Ordos in this village.
