"He's taken our last Seer!" shouts the Blacksmith gorillashaman, raising his long hafted hammer menacingly, in the fading sunset.
"Aye! That he did!" growls the Goldsmith blackbeardin. "He's for lynchin'!"
As the angry mob approches the Manor, several people in strange masks and top hats wander out of the front door.
"What trickery is this!?" says perkyevil the Tailor. The carriage house doors suddenly slam open, splintering from their hinges and the black carriage of the Mayor erupts from the structure. A eerie howl erupts from the carriage as it rumbles into the distance.
"Burn it to the ground!" shouts the1mouse the Weaver, and she throws her lit torch into the carriage house.
"Burn! Burn! Burn!" chants the croud. Several more torches smash through windows, catching the Manor on fire.
SUMMARY: parsenaze the WEREWOLF is DEAD (or fled, as the case may be)