WWJ XI: When World's Collide

[Thinlómien]

"Well, well, Miss Hobbit, hasty are you?" Thinlómien asked, entering the inn remarkably late. "What a silent bunch of people you are!"

Thinlómien sat down and ordered an apple juice and a beer from Wilwa.

"Do I even have to say that I'm pretty confident that Sleepy is the remaining wolf? He has done nothing to make himself seem more innocent from yesterday, when he was my secondary suspect. Now, when my ex-primary suspect is dead, Sleepy is logically 'promoted' to top place in my suspicion list."

Thinlómien made a little pause. "I would like to repeat", she said mysteriously, "that I have a feeling that our remaining wolf is a he."

"If this he is Mac, Volo or Noggie, I congratulate the village for abusing Boromir's last words."

"If this he's not a he but a she, then I must congratulate Kath because she has been quite innocent-like these last few days (though her vote today was quite odd)."

"If and probably this he is however Sleepy and there must happen something quite radical before I vote anyone else."

The elf sucked her hair. "I can't linger for a long time", she told her fellow villagers. Before falling deeper into the thought, she added: "Master Volo, you say I have been casting the first killing votes for both Gil and Naria. Why I was first is simply because I can't hang out in the inn for a long time since I have horses to look after."