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A quiet night came to an end. The god without name was still in search of Kerwin, only looking at the
play-board for a few moments every few hours. Luckily for him that meant he didn't have to see in all
details how one of the villagers died. But from the remains he could conclude one thing: It hadn't been
a quick death. As if the murderers had not only satisfied their blood lust but also wanted to leave a
message to everyone alive. That sparked his interest. And after a more careful examination he knew
what the message was.
"Oh well little friend, I can't do anything for you. But I can help your flock."
Ichabod died. He was a loyal member of the village.