"What's this now?" said Wilmore curiously.
"Have you found something?" asked Dats. The pair had volunteered to go through Parsifal's things after he was found in pieces in his own bedroom.
"It's a letter. "Dear Parsifal," Wilmore began to read," I hope that this letter finds you in good health and happiness. You have been helping me through these hard times. As my dreams blend more and more with reality you've been a good friend and dear ally. Without your support, I don't know where I would be.
Sadly, I cannot say that this letter is one of a jovial nature. I've concluded, from my "visions" (the word still feels odd to write) that I can say with no ambiguity that our beloved Clergyman, Roundy is a wolf. I am prepared to accept my role and do what I must to bring justice back to Crestwood.
Please tell no one, if the wolves find this letter then both our lives could be in jeopardy. Till we meet again, friend.
Sincerely,
The Psychic (it's getting easier to say)."
Wilmore and Dats paused for a long while after he finished reading.
"Do you know what this means?" asked Wilmore.
"It means that our village is being watched over, thank the gods."
"Well that," stumbled Wilmore, "but also that we get to hang that petulant Clergyman! I'll tell the Archons at once."
"The Archons" were a quickly assembled board of community leaders created to deal with the absence of a lawman in light of this crises. Sean the Innkeep, Ichim Aru the Cobbler, Tails the Baker, and of course, Roundy the Clergyman.
Wilmore barged into the Inn/bar where the Archons were discussing general courses of action and the possibility of installing a curfew.
"YOU!" accused Willmore pounding the letter on the table.
"What's this?" asked Sean reading the letter aloud.
"Well that's simply not true," said Roundy at it's conclusion. "It's obviously a forgery."
"Is it?" asked Ichim.
"Seize him!" exclaimed Tails. Two villagers complied. Roundy did not resist.
"Wait now. We must at least put it to a vote." spoke Roundy calmly. "That is our job after all."
"Very well," said Sean. "I vote to kill, lets hear a Ay/Nay from the Archons."
"Ay."
"Ay."
"Nay," seethed Roundy through clenched teeth.
"To the gallows," commanded Sean.
The gallows, still wet from fresh wood, stood in the town square. The villagers escorted Roundy to the noose and blindfolded and bound him before asking for his last words.
"I have only one thing to say," spoke Roundy loudly. "Fuck you all."
With a nod from the Archon's, a masked hangman kicked a stood from under Roundy and snapped his neck with a cruel bone-chilling crack. His body swung peacefully for a moment before beginning to convulse. His limbs shrank and hair began popping out all over his body and his head slipped free on the noose.
Roundy the Clergyman was a wolf, but a beast and a terror no more.
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It's night, Roundy was Wolf Krypton, so Wolf Hellium, send me a kill. Psychic, you know what to do. Day breaks at May 18, 2012, 12:00:00 PM