Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161011124159

The old man paced back and forth in his room, the will on the table and the desklamp lit. The Mayor has to think. He's the leader of the town! Sometimes things don't make sense, and he has to lead the sheep. Oh, if only people could keep the info they said quiet. Whispering is not easy when everyone is leaning over to hear what the rest of the town has to say. No, no, it was too risky. Luckily the Jailor could exchange the whispers people spoke to him in jail, and they managed to get a suspicious 2nd veteran lynched. The Mafioso was no more.

Tonight, however, is different.

The Mafia managed to kill the Jailor, and the Mayor is left alone in his room, glancing nervously at the will, then at the door, and then back to the will that had all the info the town needed in case he were to die. He attempts to reassure himself. The Doctor may still be gruff at his accusations of black magic, but the Bodyguard is probably right outside his door warding off the mafia, right?

Right?