The village settled down for the night, fresh off the back of lynching two wolves in consecutive days. Maybe an angel was to make a save tonight and continue their hot streak?
As night fell, it became clear that an angel would be involved tonight, but not in the way the village had hoped; he was to be their evening meal.
A Talking Fan is DEAD. He was an angel from factio RUSSATA.
1 vote each, 1 to die.