[SamwiseGamgee]

Alas, and so doth poor Enca pass to shadow. Would that I could muse with her once more, discussing the metaphysical beauty of a badger's snout or the sollipsistic whinings of a barbershop quartet of weasels. Ah, she shall be missed as a lover misses his heart, stolen by his maiden.

But wait, what do I see: Kath accuseth me of foul, wolf shaped treachery! Oh, the outrage! Still, I shall not hold such wild accusations against her, she merely saw that I had yet to talk, forgot that today was badger milking day and so accused me. I shall let it slide.

Such first day lists are just crazy antics, fuelled by the inherit paranoia of living in a village with four murderous wretches wandering the streets by night. There is little that one can draw from them. When, however, they occur down the line of Swankytown, they should be viewed with some suspicion.

Now, Herr Phantom, you talk of striking a deal with the devil? But I put it to you, good sir, that you are in fact the devil himself, that is: the bear! *gasps from the gallery* Did you not formulate this plan to kill the wolves, thus helping yourself, and then almost fall off your seat when you realised that an audacious twist could be added: you would plead with the bear and then later in the game, when the wolves were all dead and suspicions turned on you, quote this post and say something like "Hey, why would the bear appeal to himself? Don't waste my time!" And then we'd all spank ourselves for being so insolent as to even suspect the phantom. I look forward to your reply.