Ironically now Shifter's a ghost the one thing we really need is an exorcist.
Anyways, I feel like taking a lesson from Jura, this is probably more fun to roleplay with rather than just do generic analysis.
Unable to sleep, I wander past Shifter's hanging corpse, sure I can somehow still hear his voice. Haunted by dreams so clear they might as well be memories, another life where we were not only threatened by the penguins, but I was one of them. I know how they think, and how they would act.
And with a chill I wonder if the penguins know, and whether I'll live to see the sunrise.
Everyone drinks and sits around, afraid, and I keep my distance. Can't help but shiver when I get close to Roundy, Ichi and Bullwinkle.
I remember a dream where the penguins were almost discovered when one who had otherwise been quiet placed their vote to lynch an innocent, and I shuffle away from Ichi. And remembering the earlier confrontation, it's hard to stay near Roundy.
It's going to be a long night.