Tol-in-Gaurhoth VII (The Saga goes ever on and on)

[The Only Real Estel]

*Takes a drag on my trusty pipe*

the Cobbler might be going for a subtle approach - hoping to stay more under the radar until the final DAY & then flare up & guarantee a sure wolf victory? That would be a daring plan.

It was a daring plan. But it has paid off.

++ The Only Real Estel

I am The Cobbler. Wolf, vote for me and complete the desecration of this accursed village.

These villagers had treated me, my trade, & my ambitions (such as they were) like inferiority. Of course they feigned kindness towards me, but I read their true motives. I caught their looks, their whispers, I am sure they were directed towards me.

Well, I have turned the tables on them. I was as shocked as the others when Firefoot was slain. But I saw that these wolves had afforded me a chance for revenge, and I took it. I aided them as best as I could. I was not sorry when Fea was murdered. I felt no remorse when Durelin was killed; I laughed when she mistook TGWBS for a wolf and helped my cause. I masked my true feelings when Dancing Spawn was done away with & the only sorrow I felt over lmp’s death was that he was not the seer (which I was already fairly certain of). I gloated when the wolves massacred the true seer, Kath, & was glad to see the two sheriffs go in rapid succession. I felt no twinges of guilt over the lynching of the ‘innocent’ villagers – not even those I especially took part in. If you roll a stone it will roll back on you – and a stone was due to roll back on them for what they had put me through.

I would not openly aid the wolves. No, of course not; if I was too obvious I wouldn’t live to see my designs fulfilled. Instead I lurked in the shadows, causing some confusion here; throwing some suspicion on innocents there, but mostly I took glee in the predicament of those that I had hated since before I even knew such a destructive thing as hate. I bided my time, hoping that, rather than help the wolves for a day I could emerge at the end & seal this cursed village’s fate. And now I have.

Still, I am not happy. Vengeance is mine, but it is not sweet. I shall look forward to today’s lynching. My only wish is that I might hang by my own hand – after I have seen the slaying of the very last villager that did me wrong.

And now I go to have one final smoke on my good, trusty, pipe; the only thing in this village that I never bore ill will towards.