Exton

I make my way to the microphone and stand silently for a moment, letting my eyes move around the common room, seeing familiar faces... and I speak.

"As Obsidian has said, I bear woeful tidings tonight. With the aid of my colleague, Mistress Nyx - whom I will introduce in a moment - I have learned that the murderers in our midst are ghouls."

I hold up a hand to forestall questions. "Nay, friends, bear with me a moment longer." The murmured growling subsides, and I continue. "I hasten to add that this has nothing to do with Messrs Sweeney and Mole; those of you whose sense of smell surpasses human normal may confirm that for yourselves."

But before I continue, permit me to introduce Mistress Nyx. Listen well to what she says, for it may spell the difference between life and death for you or one you love."

I turn to the lady in question. "Milady, the microphone is yours."