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"I'm sorry.... I'm still not interested. Y-you'll have to find someone else if you're so intent on going. Sorry."

"Um... no, not really. It doesn't sound all that interesting. It seems a little... dangerous. I d-don't know, it seems like your going and kicking a hornets nest."

I was going to point this out, but I didn't know the best way to do so. Then again, I always figured there were Wolfgang sympathizers in the Watch, so they may have "nudged" Hoples in his decision.

Personally, I find Brickelodeon the most suspicious of the bunch. She fits the description of voting for Duvors at a point of not looking suspicious, but not really claiming why in her vote post besides "I've already explained why". Looking back, your argument on day three was less argumentative and more speculation. In fact, just about everything you tossed around was speculation, you never really got on the offensive or the defensive, just made "suggestions". When you talked about Dave back on day 2, you said he wasn't scummy, but if he did turn up scum, and if we kill him, it'd be good for clarification. How bass awkward can you get? I find this incredibly low key and a way for you to fly under the radar, and your thoughts on there being hints in the images was less than productive. It's clear you're not trying to look suspicious, but you've still caused a fair amount of confusion. I also think it was you who pointed out a reason for the scum to kill mostlytechnic first. How exactly did you have such an acute response? Unlike the rest of your speculative theories, this one seems pretty straight, which I find really odd. Vote: Brickelodeon

Karie tugs Masson's sleeve. "I dropped something in the room with Johon's painting! Can... um... we go back and get it?"

Annienal takes the great sword and awkwardly puts it away. "Um, thank you, sir."

"That sounds fair." Annienal passes Arthur her grating stone.

To all those accusing Settle of Bandwagoning: remind me what happened yesterday? Yes, it got a scum killed, but it seemed incredibly rushed. The scum voted for Duvors, we know that, they had to of. The list of individuals who voted for Duvors is a vital piece of evidence that we should go over.

Karie examines the paints, looking for anything of use. "Ooooh! Masson, do you wanna immortalize our endearing and never ending love by writing our names on the wall!"

Annienal felt slightly belittled by Miderun's comment of the mural, but tried not to show it that much, merely looking away briefly. "Well, I guess you could say I'm hoping to write an epic, but I'm not sure what yet. I may include some orcs, I'm not sure yet. I'm... not sure about a lot of it yet. It's mainly just scribbles of thoughts and ideas and a few other things I've crossed off because they're not all that good." She says, somewhat disappointed. "I've written a few poems... but their in elvish, so I doubt you'd understand them. That and the rhyming patterns and the i-iambic p-pentameter kind of gets ruined when you translate it to common... unfortunately." Annienal shrugs. "I'm not to fond of the Eubric Herald, to be honest. It feels a little one sided at times. In terms of books you should read, Pyrian Comedy and Tragedy's still as captivating as it was centuries ago. Have you ever read King Satipeous? It still makes me feel both sorry and really weirded out... even after the sixth time through."

Duvors clearly was the person the town wanted lynched yesterday, and looking through who voted for him should help. The scum probably knew he was going to die and voted for him as well during that huge and rather spontaneous bandwagon. Good job town! However, I'm surprised Mencot was actually town. At least we know for a fact the miller claim was real, which'll help later.

"Well, I'm no scholar. I just like to read books. Nothing scholarly about that. Trost Military Academy has some of the finest military instuctors in Olegaia... not a lot of scholars though." Annienal replies, twiddling her thumbs together. She giggles softly at the mention of Vindsval's giant hands. "Well, um, p-perhaps you should be more careful with books, then! Besides, it'd make it easier to at least hold on a book with such big hands."

Annienal gets up briefly and looks around for the individual who posted the notice. "Um... excuse me... Sir Regulus. Salutations. I am former cadet... um, yeah, former cadet Annienal Anavir of Trost Military Academy. I was wondering if you'd be willing to part with this Ammit you own. I don't know how much you want, but perhaps we could make a deal of some sorts?" She asks timidly. "Umm... are you having trouble? I can, um... maybe help? Well, I remember hearing some things about it, and that it sounded like something I'd be okay at doing. I figured if anything it'd help me gain inspiration for when I write. I t-think it says a lot about people in general when after 250 years of animosity, a group of divided individuals can finally find common ground."

"Um... no... should I?" "Well, not exactly... Although there is some good elvish literature, I'm thinking more along the lines of what's generally considered classics. Here, I think you'd like "Lord of the Bloatflies". It's about a group of cadets who get stranded on an island as they try to survive." She holds the book out to Miderun eagerly, the book being distinctly thinner to Love Amongst the Dragons. "At least, I think you'd like it..." "Oh, I get it, so y-your a cleric? I guess that makes sense to worship someone then. Oh, I'm no fae. Just a timid, slightly lanky elf who's not sure how she got roped into a military academy. I was a student and cadet at Trost Military Academy in the High Kingdoms, and it's there I gravitated towards reading more than shoving swords into dummies like just about everybody else. Of course... stuff happened, and I got expelled. I needed to find something to make a living, so I made my way here after hearing of what happened in Baltarok and the Kingdom of the Red Lizard. You see, I'm really no combatant... but..." She holds up a leather bound book, clearly worn and aged, and holds it to her chest. "I... like to write." "Um... what does dope mean?" Annienal replies sheepishly, putting her journal away. "Eeep!" Annienal squeals before hiding her face behind her shield surprisingly quickly. It seemed the dwarf had surprised her.

You brought it up, who do you think the other two scum are?

"Well, more like read about bits of it in books I read. A History of Orc-kin, I think it was called. It went up to the end of the Orc Wars, I think. It had a bit of orcishlanguage in it, so I looked up more on the subject." Annienal stares blankly at Miderun for a moment before speaking. "Well, it's more than just words. Anyone can string words together, but it takes time to streamline them together to create a story. Generally stories are written for a purpose, usually because the author has a point to make, or something they want to the reader to leave with. Love Amongst the Dragon's is an important piece of Dastanese literature about mortality, nobility and... well, dragons and romance. Maybe you'd like to read a book I've got? I've got some pretty good ones with me if you'd like to try one of the classics. Not that I'm pushing you, or anything..." She looks away briefly before looking through her satchel for a book she thought the orc would appreciate. Annienal shrugs, sinking into her seat slightly, her tall posture making it hard to be somewhat unnoticeable. "That's just it... I h-have no real idea... Some Docken fellow brought him up on occasion, but then again he was a little weird. I occasionally give a little prayer to Legovia, only because it's a force of habit. Some elves back at the academy were devote to her though, almost fanatically. Oh, no, it's just I'm... um... generally shy around everyone." Annienal replies quietly.

"Oh, um, thank you, but I'm confused by all these gods people keep talking about. H-he wouldn't happen to be related to the Voice in the Sky, would he?" Annienal asks somewhat hesitantly. "Oh, well I haven't met many... um, orocand before, if that makes up for it. I know a little orcish, I read about it at the academy... I'm, um... kind of a bookworm." She replies quietly, holding up Love Amongst the Dragons somewhat nervously. She wasn't even sure if the orocand could read.

"Oh, um, thank you." Annienal sits down and places her book and a food in front of her. "I suppose I should introduce myself. My name's... my name's Annienal." She says softly, looking a little sheepish. "Um... I don't own a hood, although I probably should, incase it gets cold, or it rains." Annienal replies, slightly confused. "I, um, don't see why not, but it's really not my place to say." Annienal replies, looking the rogue over shyly.

"Masson, why don't you reciprocate my feelings for you? Is something wrong? All I want to do is have a little fun, just me and you, but you keep pushing me away... why? I want it, Masson.... I need it..." Karie says, clinging to Masson closer, the look of longing and lust beginning to intensify.

Somewhat put off by the individuals sitting at the bar, Annienal looks around the saloon, looking for somewhere to sit with her book, her cider, and her plate of spinach dip and toasted bread. She spots the hooded orc, the even bigger looking orc hybrid, and the spiky haired human, thinking they'd hopefully make decent company. She moves over to the group, book under her arm and plate of food in her hand as she makes her way to the table, standing in front of an open chair, and introducing herself by raising her hand in a friendly gesture and quietly saying, "Um.... hello... um.... do you mind if I take a seat? I mean, I can find somewhere else to sit, if you don't want me here...."

"Your so dreamy when you act all heroic and stoic-like, sugar sweet." Karie says romantically, glued to Masson's side.

Annienal notices the odd looking individual sit beside her and quickly dives her head back into "Love Amongst the Dragon", hoping not to draw too much attention to herself.

"Me? Flirting around? Why would I be doing that?" She responds. "Besides, I don't expect you to understand what it feels like to be madly and intensely in love."

Perhaps this will get him to talk. Vote: Lord Duvors Let's see what he has to say, otherwise my vote's staying.

"Make me." She says lustfully. "Trouble's the one thing I'm lookin' for, Boomie." She says cheekily, seductively winking at the paladin. "Besides, as much as I love my little Masson, he couldn't keep me under control even if he tried, if he knows what I mean." She moves her finger up and down Masson's chest.