[Chief Rum]

After Fontisian's faield attempt to kill Autumn, the village seems to reach a point of crystal clarity: Fontisian is evil.

Although so many have already lost their lives, the village finds a certain serenity on this day. So many recent days, confusion reigned, fingers were pointed, debates got heated. There was no consensus. No one seemed to really know what was going on.

So the village confidence at finding someone as evil as Fontisian is refreshing and calming. Everyone knows what must be done today, and they will do it.

Fontisian sees it coming and pleads her case. She gets more frustrated and exasperated as her arguments fall on deaf ears.

At the end, she has conceded defeat, and yet still maintains defiance in doing so, as only she can.

"You won't find an oil profiteer here," she cried. "Heed my words in death, if you refuse to hear them as I live."

The villagers calmly, almost eagerly grab fontisian and escort her to the gator pits. No one tries to stop them. She is stripped of her belongings and merrily tossed in amongst the gators, and they rip her to shreds.

A villager looks through her belongings as her death cry fades away. Surely, he will find those stock certificates again. Or some other indication she was just another evil, oil-seeking murderer. He searched and searched. But all he found was a necklace of gator teeth, a clip of blanks and her useless gun.

FONTISIAN was a Hunter and the BLANK. She was a villager and had no villager role!