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Мафия 23. The Rockland tavern

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The Second Night. Silence, death, and a cup of tea

When Kyle was executed, the night suddenly became clear and bright for a moment. The guests thought that darkness had finally receded, but less than an hour passed before black clouds again covered the sky. Lightning struck very close to the tavern, hitting a tree standing alone in the yard. With each second, the weather became more unpleasant. Fate seemed to be playing with the guests, even mocking them. Or maybe they are to blame themselves? Perhaps there are higher Gods who reward everyone according to their merits? Who knows...

Poor Neyra Drake lay quietly in her small room. On her left hand, the guests found a small wound, darkened at the edges. There were no signs of struggle; perhaps the killer simply took pity on her and granted her a quiet, almost painless death. She even drank tea with him and ate some candies. And her outfit, so lovely, even festive – a cheap but pretty dress decorated with a coat of arms depicting a strange bird.
-Rest in peace,- a sad female voice said,-I'm sorry I doubted you.

In the main hall, silence reigned; everyone stood with their heads bowed. Registr smelled unpleasantly of herbs, Arandor reeked of alcohol. Also, Vegtam complained about having bad dreams all night, dreaming of some vague silhouette. And once during the night, when he accidentally woke up, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went out into the corridor, but the figure had already disappeared, shuffling slightly with its boots. Deriel Linch also complained about feeling watched, but these were just his premonitions - he didn't see anyone that night.


List of surviving players:

1 Aziral'
2 Koteiko
3 Gur
4 Deriel Linch
5 Slonysh
6 Ple-Sen
7 Happy Girl
8 Vegtam
9 Mourinho
10 Registr
12 Arandor
13 Magnus
14 Ta Kotoraya...
16 WhiteLizard

Dead:
Xostor
Kyle
Neyra Drake
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Барон
"Vampires"

Отдай свои прошлые сны,
В сомненьях себя обрети,
В бешеном танце душа кружится!
Не думай, что будет потом,
Здесь и сейчас мы живем,
Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!