Having heard all the accusations against him, Zsandmann breaks down in front of the Baron. He begs the village's forgiveness and the villagers' hearts go out as he relates his tale of woe.
However, there is no controlling the beast, no matter how brave the soul, how strong the man, the beast is stronger. Everyone in the town knows that come nightfall, he will be their nigh on invulnerable enemy.
Zsandmann kneels, without whimpering or moaning, at the Baron's feet. The slight swish as metal scrapes against leather is the only sound of the Baron's knights drawing their silver swords. A more resounding thunk as ZSandmann's head is removed from his body. The blood boils around the wound and on the knight's blade.
ZSandmann was a werewolf.
The town's cheers are muted. Even though the seer has gotten another wolf, they know it is now the wolves turn. They return to their hovels and hope that they are not a target and that the priest can protect them. The Baron returns to his castle. He will return in the morning to see what happened to his brave villagers.
IT IS NIGHT. GO TO SLEEP.
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P.S. I couldn't resist. This (i think) is a pretty good narrative and I got all the PMs.
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