Tol-in-Gaurhoth XIX: Ang Sagang Daga, bow.

[Cailín]

Werewolves in our town? And four of them, no less? A secret love? Nilpaurion dead and Dancing Spawn in disarray? Oh, how perfectly delightful! I mean - horrible of course, absolutely dreadful. Yes, yes, too bad everyone already knows, huh?

Though I might have some other interesting titbits to share. For example, I'm not entirely sure whether Spawn is not simply faking her grief. She always lets her window open at night, silly girl, maybe hoping something furry will sneak in? And how about dear Lalaith - the circumstances of her husband's death were vague, we all know this.

And if I'd tell you all I know about Eonwe… and Farael… oh you would shudder, I promise you!

Anyway - Lalaith and Lhuna both make good points. Though seriously, you cannot truly expect one such as myself to be quiet after such a wondrous, terrible tragedy?

[Thinlómien]

A grievous event for our village. Our dear prophet is dead. May his spirit get rest.

And Lalaith you say we shouldn't babble. That might be true, though I'm not sure if I agree with you. It's true that evidence is more difficult to find from a post flood, but we should keep in mind that loudmouth wolves more probably slip something than non-loudmouths. Anyway, your request is reasonable because if everybody posts as much as I did in my previous ww, no one can manage reading even through one day. So I'd like to change Lalaith's advice a bit: speak enough that you can slip (especially wolves) but don't speak too much to flood the village with your babbling.