
In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here.
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Here's what I'm not getting out of all of this. Earlier he told somebody that his sword's really important to him because if it gets broken he'll die. If something were that important to me, I wouldn't let it out of my sight. Our major thing is figuring out how the sword disappeared in the first place.
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He stated that it was stolen from him when he was making tea--that seems unlikely. I would not allow my sword to be taken from me while performing such a menial task, and I daresay you would not either.
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That it is that important to him only implicates him further. He is the only one here with any sort of wounds as if from a fight, and we must recall--the tailor, the scene of the crime, was in disarray as if after a struggle.
... It would be a simple matter for him to clear these accusations up himself, but he has been unwilling.
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This whole protecting thing isn't getting us anywhere and it's going to end really badly for somebody. Maybe not even the right person. I don't like this.
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[But maybe there really isn't someone he's protecting.]
The trouble with hiding the truth is that it may cause harm for more than simply the ones you are trying to protect.
It is a faulty premise to begin with.
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May I assist you with something, Madam Walken?
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