I'm sorry that I took so long to speak to you again. Last night I went to Morozovimsk, the next village over, to have the doctor there look at the growth on the base of my spine. You know the one.
Anyway, as usual, the doctor was a quack. He took all of my money and gave me some dried weeds which did nothing to help me. Mama Svetlana cut off the growth with her rusty sickle. You know the one.
So I'm fine, as long as I don't laugh.
Oh, and the village well is now poisoned thanks to someone
throwing that dead donkey down it last Friday. I'm looking at you, Vasili.
On a lighter note, someone was killed by werewolves last night.Bearded, smelly peasants remaining in the village of Malkinimsk
:Gone from the village
It is now Day 1
. It takes 7 votes to lynch