*sigh* If only I had me thumbs back... Anyway, Evening, Day 4 Noldodan's death left many shaken - if one of the Fanatikese government could not protect himself, who would protect them? Guests retired to their rooms once again. BCLG and SaaM, far from their usual antics, were also subdued. Tonight, they went to sleep without their usual fair of jokes/mocking of interns (though they did gag and tie up one, for laughs, before they went to sleep, though neither found it as funny as they usually did, given the atmosphere). It was around 4 AM when Octavian smelled something burning. This wasn't unusual, given that the hotel was in a temple. Still, Octavian, complete with bunny slippers, went to investigate. He followed his nose to BCLG's room 26, where he identified the odor as incense. Octavian pushed the door open... BCLG was dead! He was perfectly petrified - in a kneeling position, hands folded, all as if he were praying. A sheet of Requiem in D minor (K626) was also found on the deceased's bed.