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Fordim laughed to see the villagers run about in such confusion at the sudden turn of events. It was a deep laugh, like that of a large dog-like creature, which quickly turned into something very much like a howl. He hid the sound with the back of his furry hand. At first this raised many eyebrows, both Spockian and not, but Fordim was quick to point out that he did have the head and countenance of a pug, and that it was to be expected that he would from time to time sound like a member of the genus canus.
He sat upon the ground and surveyed those gathered about, assessing who or what might be a werewolf.
Panakeia he decided could not be a wolf just because of the way she looked.
CoD(zilla) probably was a wolf just because of the way he looked.
Alli: wolf.
Fea : wolf. Or maybe innocent. Could be the cobbler. Possibly even the seer. Maybe the hunter.
Nilpaurion Felagund : innocent but slippery: should probably be hanged.
Wilhelmina: wolf.
Aimè: Scottish -- deserves to hang whether wolf or not. Haggis!? Deep-fried Mars Bars?!?!?
Tom Felton: never heard of him. Hang him.
Mardil: wolf.
SpaM: who knows...who cares...
Fléin: probably innocent but maybe not. Good candidate for a hanging either way.
Mormegil: definitely a wolf.
Valde: never heard of the man...probably can't be trusted.
Anakron: wolf! wolf!
Realising that he had got nowhere with his thinking Fordim did what he always did when confused in a game of werewolf:
++THE SAUCEPAN MAN
He then wandered off to find a fire hydrant, or a convenient tree, both of which, he found, were in short supply in Mordor....
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