The wolves confidence was growing, and as the village numbers depleted, they knew they were closing in on victory; the villagers would soon all be dead, they reckoned.
And so, as they'd done many times before, the wolves snuck out in the dead of night, and hunted down their target, and they found him licking an empty ice-cream tub in his bathroom. Such weird behaviour could not be tolerated, they thought, and they devoured him quickly, enjoying the distinctly strawberry taste of the man who had just finished his second tub of strawberry ice-cream of the day.
Clavicus Vile is DEAD. He was a villager.
Elsewhere in the village, several men grew angry at the man who ran the off-license; he had run out of alcohol! There will be no more drunks this game.