[the guy who be short]

Fléin watched the girls carefully over the next few hours. They had a little club, it seemed, but they couldn't all be wolves. Still... Sai and Alli kept whispering too each other, putting hands on shoulders and such. It was disconcerting. It was worrying.

So, when Sai suggested the lynching of mormegil, he was hardly in the mood to listen to her. Even if he wasn't a werewolf, Fléin could be quite sure mormegil wasn't a lesbian. Unless... no, he was just being paranoid. It was impossible! No, mormegil would live. He'd vote for either Sai or Alli.

He was just about to shout this out to the group, all of whom were arguing viciously amongst themselves, when he heard mormegil's voice rise over the hubbub. "Honestly, lynching me? The entire idea is as ridiculous as that stupid Bilbo!"

Fléin found himself suddenly quivering with rage. He could feel himself reddening. "What did you say?" he yelled at the apeman, rushing through the crowd to face him, shoving aside Sai and Valde in the process. "What did you say?" he spat in the mage's face.

"I said it was as silly as Bilbo, that stupid little hobbit who thought he was an el-"

"Stupid? Stupid?" One or two people around them were staring now, but Fléin certainly didn't care. "Do you know who that stupid hobbit was? What he was? Can that little ape brain of yours even contemplate the horrors he went through, the bravery with which he acted? The only Dwarf-friend in all history... STUPID?"

Mormegil had been paling visibly throughout the tirade, and was about to reply as unshakily as he could manage, but quickly checked himself as the Dwarf pulled his axe off his back and waved it in his face.

For his part, Fléin was more than ready to gut mormegil now for the dishonour. Unfortunately, just as he was about to do so, a piercing whistle nigh deafened him, and he turned around to face the source of the interruption.

Needless to say, he found himself in accord with the potential lesbian and threat to family values and ideals on the subject of mormegil. So rash was he, that he voted immediately, loud and clear for all to hear. Mormegil must die.

++Mormegil

Behind him, he heard SPaM agree with him, and he too cast his vote for the hideous apeman. "Now wait a second," mormegil argued, "how can we trust that drunkard? His vote should be repealed on grounds of inebriation!"

"Shame!" the Dwarf roared, and all turned to look at him. "Shame on you, mormegil Apeson, for the lies you spin. You would accuse SPaM here, when all can see that he is perfectly incapable of murder."

"But-"

"Do not interrupt me!" the Dwarf raged, temporarily assuming the form of a mad axeman. "Not only is he completely drunk, he's covered in bathtubs! How do you think he could even move around with that weight on his shoulders? Impossible! Next you'll suggest the Sun is at fault for setting on this cursed village."

Mormegil had nothing to say in his defence.

"Well, if that's settled, I'll be back in two hours. I have a project to be getting on with," Fléin stated and walked off. The rest of the village watched him leave the little settlement and walk straight into the surrounding forest. Some regarded this as a sign of wolvery, some of insanity. Only Wilhelmina and SPaMfully trusted his sanity and dwarvery, though neither of them were hugely reliable sources on sanity.