Morning Eight Some had hoped that with the Butler dead, perhaps the night attacks would slow down somewhat. They were disappointed. The survivors gathered in greenhouse for the headcount. It was surprisingly warm under tall glass roof, despite the raging storm outside. More than a few of the castle's denizens were seen to loosen their winter clothing or even come out in their shirtsleeves. The Seneschal's pronouncement after the headcount still sent a chill down everyone's spines. "Two more missing. The Mercenary, KingMorgan, and... the Fiddler, Izipo." The Mercenary's room was a mess. It looked as though a battle had been fought there. With the knocked over and broken furniture, it could easily have been mistaken for one of the werewolf's attacks, if not for the lack of a body. The Mercenary had clearly been ready to put up a fight, but it hadn't been enough. Spoiler : The Mercenary was innocent! The scene of the Fiddler's death was actually less messy. The door was broken down, but the Fiddler himself apparently hadn't been able to put up much of a fight. The werewolf's claws had almost decapitated him, and that was his only wound. Spoiler : The Fiddler was innocent! Both of the dead men had owned items of interest, as well as the Butler who had died the previous evening. The Butler had owned the Crest of Animus, a symbol of his undying loyalty. Cast around the Mercenary's room were the pieces of his armor, which when assembled (and cleaned off) formed the Mithril Plate armor, which the attacker had apparently not been willing or able to carry off. Lastly, there were the two instruments the Fiddler had possessed. The Lute and Fiddle would be distributed together to whoever got the most votes for them. It is Day Eight! Players, place your votes! Votes for the Crest of Animus are Blue! Votes for the Mithril Plate are Silver! Votes for the Lute and Fiddle are Red! Public posting is open! Night falls in 48 hours!