Night 3
A restless night for the true Townies. They realize that the lynching of Ice is a big blow and not all the votes would have been Mafia. Some of them are as much to blame as the folks they are trying to exterminate from their town.
Bala looks down, (facing the sunrise...? he always observed the sunset before...?), eavesdropping on the small groups as they start to head out on their tasks.
Sploke appears to be mumbling to himself, as he walks off, with a slight spring to his steps.
bkw, viewing his palm pilot, walking with purpose, in a different direction.
Jensons, sitting on a nearby bench, watching the activity in a Town that now ressembles a whirlpool forming at the sink drain.