Upon arising this morning, the entire town almost immediately set upon LivingAngreyCheese and lynched him in short order. Somebody remarked that his long, gray hair reminded him of the fur of a werewolf he'd seen a night or two earlier. They shrugged and went home, only to find that Cheese's house had burnt to the ground while they were lynching him. We should really start making these houses out of something less flammable.
That night was oddly calm. The half moon rose and set; the silence punctuated by only a few distant howls. Perhaps the wolves had finished terrorizing the people of Thraben at last.
- LivingAngryCheese was lynched! He was a Lambholt Elder!
-
- Nobody was wolfkilled!