We have hands? So that’s what those things are that keep going up my nose…
I can’t see how a townsperson could inadvertantly divulge much of anything. Or are you referring to the non-average special roles? Even then, the only ones who know the special roles at this stage of the game are Revenant Threshold and the rolees themselves. Anyone claiming to be anything is subject to nothing but scepticism at this point.
Now, this may actually balance out the anti-bacon-ness. Raisins are Truly Evil. I’ll have to think on it a bit, though. Who else can I be suspicious of? peers around at everyone standing nearby
Eh. We’re medieval peasants. I really don’t think going for kibble is all that suspicious when the alternatives are watery turnip soup, moldy bread, and, if we’re really lucky, the piece of rancid meat with the fewest maggots on it.
Actually, that gives me an idea. My finest she-goat to whoever exposes the alpha werewolf! Some of my wife’s most adequate tough black bread for any of the common werewolves!
In addition, where the hell are our feudal lords in all of this? We need some knights and proper inquisitors and such. I’m telling you, man, after we take care of these werewolves, we should totally revolt.
Thanks to the ice storm we had, I will be sleeping at work for the next 2-3 days, unable to post. (No computer at work, you see.) Just so I won’t get labelled a lurker. I’ll be back around Saturday or Sunday. Ahh the joys of working direct care in a mansion…
Have you happened to have heard Thea Gilmore’s “haunting folksong” cover of it? Fee Nah Mee Nal. Seriously. Download it from iTunes and you can thank me later.