The silent Herbalist was brought towards the executioner’s oak in the center of the village. The winds blew through the village, making the Tinker’s scale models of the innocent dead move and dance gracefully, a morbid contrast to the swinging noose above. The herbalist’s neck was wrapped in the noose, and, still silent, she stepped into the air. Not once did a noise leave her mouth, even when her frail neck was broken by the coarse cord. No sign of dark magic, bestial or demonic was found on her, though two small vials of potion were found in her pockets.
As the voting for the medallion had produced nothing but an equal vote and a small scuffle, the remaining villagers determined that they would be voted on along with the potions…
It is now night
FrozenInIce: IceKommander, Izipo,
Herbalist: Niklas, Bananalee, Tasslehoff, Frozen In Ice, Methos
Kol.7: Chandresekhar, Merciary