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*comes running out of her hovel after hearing the screamin*

Wah? Wah is it? Who birthing now? *looks around half asleep*

Ah, cripes. Teh mayor be slain...an rite aftah his wife and younin dieded in tah birthin.

*hangs her head, a tear slowly going down her cheek*

Oh dear. We need to find who did this.

*Walks up the road from his farm*

What's all this noise now, I thought me pigs was fightin' again.  *notices the bar and the message*

Flan protect us!  What kind of horrible monster would do this?

Rest easy, my children, our lord Flan always protects those who are upright, noble and virtuous but the heathen and the sinners will pay for their lives of sin.

<eyes the drunk and the male burlesque dancer with disdain and contempt>

*dances exoticly to the Bard's strumming*

My pets, we must find out who among us is responsible for this.

*shimmy*

I want to know who this 'major' is, that the bard keeps warbling about. I can see the mayor is dead...we have a major as well? Or is that simply your 'out of town' accent?

*shimmy*

Hmm...out of towner, eh...

Perhaps we should start by figuring out who last saw the mayor alive?

I was on my farm last night counting me pigs since I will be sending some to slaughter soon.  Can't send too many on I will not have enough for later.

Drewcifer: It's what's for dinner.

I noticed she doesn't cook my bacon all the way either. Likes it a little on the rare side.

Hang Ash

WAIT! where will I Play and sing for the people if we hang the bar keep!

The Bard swallows hard as the blood thirsty mob turns there malicious glaze toward him...

Hang Bad Ash

She's evil, a werewolf and a witch.  She turned me into a newt...

**Bad Ash comes out of her bar to see what all the commotion is about**

**Upon hearing what is going on, and the accusations being thrown about defaming her, she mutters something about stupid mob mentality and says...**

First of all, it is not a crime to like meat on the rare side. It's jucier that way.

Second of all, I stare at the burlesque dancer weirdly because I am sickened to see a man wear that kind of outfit. I am not looking at you as if I want to gobble you up. I am trying to not lose my dinner...

**keeps mumbling to herself and goes into the bar. Comes back out carrying something wrapped in a peice of cloth. Puts the bundle down on the ground and unwraps it. She brings forth...a sword and shield bearing the crest of the king**

You stupid idiots. I am a retired knight of the king. Yes, I know it is rare for a female to have been a knight serving in the king's army, but all my brothers and father, and grandfather, and so on, for as long as anyone can remember, all served the kings of their day. I could not be left out. So, they made an exception to let me serve my country, and I did so, proudly. I was injured though, **shows her side wound to the gaping townsfolk** and was forced to retire. I was given a nice severance package which allowed me to afford to buy this bar.

However, I still practice my skills when I go home to visit my family. My brothers and I love to spar. So, while I am retired, I'm still handy with a sword and shield, and beg any of you to try me, and see if I am lying to you.

When have I ever done any of you wrong? I serve this town as I served the king. I realize the mayor, or major as the bard calls him, died in my bar, but that makes me no killer.

We have a duty to this town and ourselves to seek out justice and find his true killer. If you hang me, you will have no one to protect you against further attacks.

So, in light of this information, I entreat you to reconsider your votes, and to use your heads in deciding what the next step should be in bringing this mayor's true killer to justice.

**storms back into the bar, again mumbling something about stupid townspeople, and wishing she had set up in a different town...**

As a priest I am also a learned man and I for one recognize the crest on her shield and I dare say that I have heard tales of a female knight of the king.

<eyes drewcifer with disdain and sadness>

I say to you all that  our benevolent Lord Flan has given me a vision and shown me the truth... as the most perverted & depraved sinner in this town and the first one to condemn our brave Knight and protector I say to save our land and our souls...

Hang Drewcifer!!!

Oooh, shiny.

Can't kill the providerer of teh beercohol.

Keel Drewcifer.  Igu ess.

**Bad Ash comes back out her bar**

Well, I see there is a change in the mood here. I am glad to hear that my declarations have swayed most of you. It was easier than I thought it would be, what with the way mobs can be. And believe me, in the service of the king, I have seen many a mob.

However folks, I feel that turning on the burlesque dancer, Drewcifer, simply because someone else throws out his name may not be the wisest thing either.

We have no real proof yet do we? Who last saw the mayor? Who spoke with him last?

Before I went up for the evening and left the bar in my managers care to close up shop, I thought I remember the priest having a very in-dept conversation with the mayor over in the corner. Now, I am not saying he was the one who did this, but, it was late in the evening, and we wouldn't have been open for more than another 10 minutes or so.

And for a priest, he does live very well. I was always wondering where he got the funds to eat at the local establishments all the time. And I catch him many times watching the crowds in the bar, almost as if he is sizing up a meal. Always use to send shivers down me spine when I first started noticing it, but then I just chalked it up to being a character quirk of his. Maybe my initial response was correct though.

I can't believe I am going to say this, but I think I need to vote with Drewcifer on this one.

I vote to hang Rakor.

The Bard stumped at trying to write good lyrics that rhyme with Drewcifer...

Um yeah, I change my vote to

Hang Drewcifer

The people have spoken.  The town drags Drewcifer to the gallows, by his pantyhose (he swears they're tights, but you all know better) kicking and screaming. Wanting to spare the town the sight of him dancing more, they quickly string him up and drop him though.  Drewcifer, stuggling, tries to grab onto the landing with his legs, but he's quickly kicked down and falls, the noose tightening around his neck....


Stunned, the crowd retreats for the evening.

PM your nightly actions to me, players.