While all in the inn knew they where safe, they did not sleep well. The staff had fled when they found the first body, and this one was the barkeep, nobody had thought to clean up. It was a long morning of exchanged whispers and dirty looks, those of the inn turning in one voice, blaming all their pain on one person, turning all anger on one soul.
Wolf.
The whisper had found a voice.
Wolf.
The accusations sure, firm, bitter, enraged, and always followed with a glance.
Wolf.
They had found him, they would kill him.
Wolf.
As darkness closed they turned on him with anything they could find of silver, driving him from the bar with plates, with knives, and even coins.
He, goreae, was slowly driven out into the courtyard, toward where the bonfire had been laid before. His fortune last night was that he would find treasure. Wealth. With such treasure was he chased and driven against the wall. Chased to the gate even as he protested his innocence. Even as he said that horror would follow in the wake of his passing.
Wolf.
They screamed at him.
WOLF!
And he changed. The werewolf showed his form, lashed out with claws, and the villagers struck back. In his panic he went over the gate, onto the roof of the fortune teller's mulecart. The guards had heard the cries and where watching at the gate, and they where ready. A storm, a rain of silver, arrows into the wolf.
goreae is dead, his fortune not of gold, but of silver.
Goreae was the werewolf.
Vote:
goreae: Eunomiac, GPuzzle, Staxed, dgdas9, Jess887cp, the_j485, VikeStep
vikestep: goreae
It was with satisfaction that everybody returned to the inn, and it was with satisfaction they realized, they no longer had to pay for drinks. The mood was contagious and from somewhere in a group a voice spoke up, "I admit it, I was the one who called the guard." Though come morning, nobody will remember who said it. Everybody had far too much to remember anything much. In the morning, everybody woke in their own beds.
Almost everybody.
Vikestep has died. His was the mule cart and the other trappings of the fortune teller.
A villager has been lost.
Day 4, 6 people remain.