Mutton looks at the bloodthirsty crowd fearlessly, his glorious wool shining brightly in the setting sun. His calm, black, beady eyes glare at the (small) mob that forms around him.
"Baaaaaa INFERNUS Baaaaa"
His arguments and hoof-pointing, however, serve him poorly. Fingers grasp his golden fleece and haul him to the gallows. Some were uncertain how lynching a sheep would work, but wouldn't you know? It seems to work exactly the same way. When the flopping stopped, mutton was cut down. The town quickly got to work searching the magnificiently tuxedo'd corpse, finding what they were looking for right away. A bag marked "Witchery" slips out of the breast pocket and spills over the ground. Moving pictures of injuries, tentacle rape and other varied forms of entertainment stain the ground, but amidst them lies a business card.
Mutton, Bulletproof Godfather of the Vinyl Tap Mafia is written in Sillian Braille on bone-coloured stock. You are all slightly more ashamed about your poor choice of business cards.
NIGHT 2 BEGINS
Please submit all night actions ASAP.






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