Rui hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s that surprising that, uh…” She paused. She’d forgotten the Herdier’s name. Okay, in her defense, there was a lot going on. Names had kind of taken a backseat. She still felt bad about it, though.
She settled for gesturing at him with her tail. “I think it’s not surprising that you died last night! You were the most certainly town player. Doubt could still be cast on any of the other players left alive, but not so much you.”
She turned her focus back to the group. “I really hate not being certain who the last one is,” she admitted. “But I’ve gone over some things in my head.”
At one point, Rui had tried drawing out her thoughts in the dirt, but it turned out ghost paws were pretty useless drawing tools. Which was annoying. So she opted for the next best thing and started pacing in her spot.
“My Voice has said this several times, but I’ll say it again.” She jabbed a paw at Drake, whose name she did remember only because he’d been a relentless snob from the beginning. “You’re definitely scum.” In more ways than one. “There’s just no way you aren’t. And you’ve been very careful to never cast direct suspicion on Elgyem this whole time. Oh, you’ve tossed some half hearted suspicion in their direction a few times, but you’ve always tried to direct it away or bury it under lots of other observations. Yet you were more than happy to toss out Madeline or Morgan at any given point.”
Rui shook her head irritably. “But I still don’t know who the second scum is. I was so sure it was Malachai—” She glanced at him then quickly looked away from that intimidating gaze. Even as a ghost, he scared her a little. Okay, a lot. The mon was enormous and she was pretty sure he was setting off some kind of prey instinct in this Leafeon body. Sue her. “But after the Ravenkeeper thing…I don’t know. He was really certain the, uh, the ghost horse—horses?—would read his role accurately, and then they did. How could he have been so sure unless he actually was Ravenkeeper? The only other explanation is if he was the Spy, because that registers as good, but he still wouldn’t know what role the Undertaker would have read.” She stopped to frown at the grass like it was personally responsible for everything.
“But if the horses were evil, then Drake voting for them makes no sense. Unless it was some kind of a crazy reverse psychology thing? Which, if it was, I guess it kind of worked. But that’s a really risky move and he wouldn’t pull that stunt twice. He’d work hard to protect his other teammate no matter what.”
She turned around to face Elgyem. “And that comes back to you. After everything, you’re the only person left that he hasn’t been chomping at the bit to vote for. And like Morgan said, whoever the Poisoner was, they’re gone now. Unless Morgan is Drunk, her read on you is correct.”
She narrowed her eyes at Elgyem and lashed her tail, bristling with conviction. “I won’t use my vote. Not yet. But you’ll have to give me a very, very good reason not to use it on you before today is over.”
