[Chief Rum]

There is much satisfaction throughout the village at the death of timmae. Shoveler gets drunk as snot from all the moonshine sent his way. That just means he got drunk off other people's stuff instead of his own like normal.

Everyone knows there are still oil profiteers in town. But for tonight, it feels like a night of celebration. Everyone goes to bed and sleeps peacefully for the first time in days.

When the sun comes up, it feels like life may be returning to normal. Eggs are gathered, firewood is chopped, yards are starting to be ranked and cleaned.

Suddenly, a villager comes running into the town square, calling alarm!

He calls out from everyone to follow him. Soon, he is at The Jackal's door, hanging wide open.

"We were supposedta go gator huntin' today!" says the villager breathlessly. He almost seems weepy. He doesn't say another word.

You all peek in and see what he has found. The Jackal lies dead, face down on his lone table in his shack. He has been strangled!!

THE JACKAL was a HUNTER with no role, and a normal villager.