It seemed that trust was a hard thing to come by in the sitting hall. Accusations were being leveled against everyone for even the most minor of perceived infractions. It seemed as if nobody could trust anyone else, even those that they had known for years. People they had served with.
With so many hot tempers, harsh words, and sharp objects, it was only a matter of time before someone was hurt. Unfortunately, it did not take long.
Sathoris was bleeding. Nobody saw who made the cut. Was it accidental? Who can say? It was not a bad cut, not at all life threatening, but it provided the catalyst for a full on blow out. Sathoris ranted and raved, drew his sword and attacked anyone who stepped close to him. There was a wild, feral look in his eye, and he was incapable of listening to reason.
He had to be put down. There was no other choice.
Seven men remain.
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Next lynch occurs at 17:00 GMT. That's 23 hours from now. I need to do the lynch an hour early as my daughter has swimming lessons at the normal time.
Also, four votes lock a lynch now.