BlackAdder
Someone seems to want White Flame of Tar Valon dead, but you're not going to let that happen!

Once again, White Flame of Tar Valon is lying in a hallway with his neck bent at an odd angle when you find him. At first you fear that you might already be too late, but he is still breathing weakly, so you set to work.

Pulling out your little bottle of magic cordial, you apply some to his broken neck and some to a badly bruised area on the back of his head. You force a few drops down his throat in case there are any internal injuries. For good measure, you even use a little on all of his cybernetic implants again to prevent infection. You never can be too careful.

Soon enough he regains consciousness, and he thanks you profusely as you help him to your feet.

Fanatic-Templar
White Flame of Tar Valon must die. He had a lucky break last night, but you're not one to give up so easily.

After circling back and forth through the halls of Fhloston Paradise, you finally find him, also out hunting this night. You sneak up behind him and punch him in the back of the head with your big, beefy arm. A satisfying crunch informs you that his neck is broken. He is still wheezing laboriously as he crumples to the floor, but you know he's done for so you decide to make your way back before anyone finds you.

Just as you're turning the corner, you see a small figure kneel down beside White Flame of Tar Valon. A few moments later, both of them rise. Not again! You're strongly tempted to go back and kill them both, but it's getting late and the others will be waking soon. Relunctantly, you head back to your room.

Fox and Ravens
You go off in search of Fanatic-Templar, having marked him out as a prime candidate for assimilation. Your plans quickly change as soon as you exit your room though.

An army of monstrous creatures descends on you, obviously fighting to kill. They are completely unknown to you; they are not one of the species catalogued by the Borg. If they're even the same species at all, which is doubtful. For although they are all roughly the same size and shape, their features differ wildly. Some have horns while others do not, some have muzzles or snouts while others have beaks, and some have human-like feet while others have hooves or claws.

Even the most casual observation of these creatures is enough to convince you that they are not suitable for assimilation, so you begin killing them. You shoot them until you run out of laser power, then you grab their own swords and start hacking away. They are strong, but thanks to your many enhancements, so are you. They're also incredibly stupid, and you are not, and that is their undoing.

There are so many of them though! Finally, after slaughtering endless waves of the inferior beings, you are left alone. You're completely exhausted, and the morning is near. Fanatic-Templar will have to wait a while longer.

Kronin al'Sulc
Kylia Skydancer's statement was fairly vague, and could be interpreted in any number of ways. However she meant it though, you know that it was true.

Kylia Skydancer
After you changed into your pajamas, you suddenly become aware that you have company. The ghost of Darth_Katie is standing before you, his glaring eyes the only part of his face visible through his ghostly helmet.

When you ask him who he thinks killed him, he replies simply, "The people who voted to lynch me."

You ask about his allies, and he laughs. "Hahahahaha for reals"

Then you ask what actions he may have undertaken, and "Once again, the crazy laughter."

Then he vanishes, and you're mildly annoyed with him for wasting your time.

White Flame of Tar Valon
You set to follow Fanatic-Templar, and he leads you in circles all over the hotel. Eventually you find a pattern to his wandering, and you realize that the two of you are tailing each other this night.

Unfortunately, you never do find Fanatic-Templar. As you turn a corner, you feel something crash in to the back of your head, and you hear a loud crunching sound that you recognize as coming from the bones in your neck. "Not again!" you think desperately as you fall, certain that this time, it really is the end.

When you awaken, which you were not expecting to do, you find the same young girl carefully tending to your injuries. She helps you to your feet as you thank her profusely.