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ooc: moving things into the first night.
The Villagers were shaken up by the events of the morning, was it a one-time unexplained murder, or the herald of dark days ahead. The constable was able to keep things calm for the most part, but the stories were still told, screams heard in the night, the shadow of a hulking beast in the moonlight. It was a mystery that the townfolk clutched closely to their breasts, the reverend was a man with no enemies, and compassion to all. With the roads closed due to the winter storms tales grew taller and paranoia was rampant.
Night fell and many Vallakites bolted doors that they had never felt the need to bar before. When the first howl broke out that night children cried in fear, and mothers comforted them, while fathers watched the windows fearfully, whatever weapons they had were prepared to be used against an intruder.
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