Werewolf IIX - Tra la la lally, here down in the Saga, ha ha!

[Laitaine]

*raises eyebrows* Gil, a werewolf…*whistles*

Well, I never saw that coming, but clearly I was wrong
I still think the final werewolf is our fisher, Non.
Makes perfect sense for him to jump on wagon for Gil‘s kill,
His reasoning for doing so sound much like our dear Gil’s:

Originally Posted by Non

Yesterday I voted for Gil-Galad and I think today will be no different. Reasons for this vote have been said many times over so I feel I dont need to say why.

Compare:

Originally Posted by Gil

after reviewing the posts, i have decided to cast my vote to

++Gurthang

no hard feelings chap, my reasons have already been said by other people, so instead of wasting time...

*eyes bulge*
Gil-galad was a wolf, my friends, we can’t believe his words.
Non sounds so much like him, he too should not be heard!.

Originally Posted by Lalaith

(Nonnacedak was btw the first to vote for Gil the wolf two days running, so he's a pretty treacherous wolf if he is one...)

Gil already’d been suspected for these past two days
It wasn’t like Non just decided he wanted his friend slayed.
Suspicion stacked against him, Gil really had no chance
I tell you, Non jumped on the wagon, saving his own pants!

*takes a deep breath, blows soothing D on recorder to calm self*

‘Twould not be fair to vote for him without his chance to speak.
But I tell you, in my eyes, Non, your future’s very bleak.
And now my friends, I must depart for the entire rest of day.
(I’m moving into college that’s about five hours away).
I doubt I will be able to come back before day ends,
But I don’t think it fair to vote now and not hear from you friends.
I have my firm convictions against that character Non,
But vote without his chance to speak? I will not have it done.

Friends, if I do not return, then my vote won’t be cast.
I realize this is risky, but I will not vote too fast.
By “fast,” I mean right now, because I’m leaving soon today.
Wish me luck upon my journey, and may you all find your way.

*bounds off with eighteen trunks and bags, tooting trusty recorder*