The day passes, but slowly.
Patrons test the doors, look at the windows and objects piled outside against them. Some look out the upper windows, and then think twice about the drop. Even the stable yard gate has been barricaded.
Attentions turn inward, to the other guests. Threats, accusations.
"HE SHOULD HANG"
A voice shouts out clearly, more join that voice. A few more split off, pointing fingers at the gathered mass, "You should all die" and the guests split into two groups.
Materials are gathered in the center of the stable, a huge fire and a sturdy stake. The two groups circle it, the voices getting louder and louder.
Then, just as suddenly as it all started, it seems to pass, bloodlust, or perhaps terror from seeing the body starts to pass.
With seemingly one voice, all are agreed, "tonight will be peaceful, surely the werewolf was not trapped inside with us" and "We should still light this fire, it'll help send a message, we are not afraid."
Though, they where. A straw man was strapped to the stake, his hands dipped in red paint, "Charyou Tree" a few said. A false sacrifice this night, to ease the mind.
The bonfire lit, all eyes on it until the stuffyman had burned and even the pumpkin head was not to be seen anymore. Most had little care for drinking after that, and took shelter in their rooms.
Just before dawn, a horrible shriek snuffed out before it could die away. The door wasn't even locked, seems the person inside had been ready to go out and had gotten caught. It was Pegglefrank, the traveling musician. Everybody pressed close to get a better look and somebody bumped the still warm body, causing a small silver flute to tinkle against the ground and roll away....
Pegglefrank, Traveling musician and piped piper, is dead.
Werewolves have defeated one competing team.
Seems the sacrifice of the stuffed dummy was not enough...
Day 2 begins.