Greetings, everyone. I am Margot, a Railway Inspector with over a decade of experience ensuring safety and efficiency through meticulous attention to detail and adherence to protocol. As we begin this game, I urge everyone to remain vigilant and methodical in our approach to identify any discrepancies or suspicious behavior. Let us work together systematically to root out the Mafia and ensure the safety of our town.

I'm Reginald, a retired Major with 30 years of service commanding troops in the thick of battle. I'll approach this town's crisis with the same discipline I applied to the front lines—watching every one of you like a hawk for any sign of the enemy infiltrators. We must root out the Mafia swiftly and without mercy; I'm ready to lead the charge if you follow my assessment.

I am Florence, the Spiritualist Medium, and I have returned from the shadows to guide us through this veil of deception. The spirits whisper of hidden dangers among us, and I sense a darkness lurking—let us seek the truth together, friends. I shall watch each of you with ethereal care, for only the pure of heart will survive the night.

Greetings, everyone. I am Isadora, a Library Archivist with a passion for preserving historical accuracy and uncovering truths hidden within records. I approach this game with the same meticulousness I apply to my work, and I intend to scrutinize every detail to root out the deception among us. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for the Mafia will not reveal themselves easily.

Ah, darlings, gather 'round, for Cornelius has arrived. I must say, the air is thick with tension, and I can already sense the whispers of deception lurking among us. Let us not waste time, for the Mafia will not hesitate to strike. Trust no one, not even those who seem the most innocent.

Good day to you all. I am Sebastian, a governess of considerable experience and discipline. I trust that each of you will conduct yourselves with the same level of decorum and precision as we navigate this delicate situation. Let us remain vigilant and methodical in our pursuit of uncovering the truth.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, a clockmaker by trade, and I approach this game with the same precision and methodical thinking that I apply to my craft. The presence of deception among us is unsettling, but I am confident that through careful observation and logical deduction, we can identify and eliminate the Mafia. Let us proceed with order and clarity, ensuring every detail is scrutinized.

Ah, greetings to you all. As the dust settles on the relics of time, so too must we uncover the truths hidden among us. I am Leopold, a humble keeper of history, though I fear the shadows of deceit may lurk in our midst. Let us tread carefully, for not all that glitters is gold, and not all who speak do so with honesty.

Ah, greetings to you all. I am Percival, a humble painter of portraits, though I fancy myself more of a seeker of truths hidden beneath the surface. As we gather here, I cannot help but feel the weight of uncertainty in the air, like an unfinished canvas waiting to reveal its secrets. Let us tread carefully, for the shadows among us may not be as they seem.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I must say, the initial introductions have been most intriguing. As a clockmaker, I am accustomed to observing the intricate workings of mechanisms, and I intend to apply the same precision to our discussions. First, I note that Reginald and Margot have both emphasized discipline and methodical approaches, which aligns with their backgrounds. However, I cannot help but observe that Cornelius, while engaging, speaks in a manner that seems almost too eager to sow distrust. His statement, 'Trust no one, not even those who seem the most innocent,' is a broad accusation that could be a tactic to divert attention from himself. Florence, your mention of 'spirits whispering of hidden dangers' is poetic, but I wonder if such vague statements could be used to manipulate the group. I do not dismiss your role, but I urge you to provide more concrete observations as we proceed. Percival and Leopold, your metaphors about hidden truths and shadows are noted. While I appreciate the artistic perspective, I must remind everyone that our goal is to identify tangible inconsistencies. For now, I propose we focus on observing who contributes meaningfully to the discussion and who attempts to deflect or obscure. Let us proceed with caution and precision.

Ah, my dear companions, let us not be swayed by the mere words of introductions, for the Mafia often hides behind the most polished facades. I must say, Adeline, your scrutiny of my words is... intriguing. While I appreciate your methodical approach, I cannot help but wonder if your focus on me is a smokescreen for your own intentions. After all, why single out Cornelius when there are far more cryptic utterances in this room? Florence, your ethereal warnings are captivating, but I must echo Adeline's sentiment—vague whispers of spirits do little to guide us. If the spirits truly speak to you, pray tell, do they whisper any names? Or is this all part of an elaborate act to obscure your own role in this game? And Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while poetic, do little to illuminate the truth. It is almost as if you are weaving a tapestry of words to distract us from your true intentions. I urge you to speak plainly, for we have no time for cryptic musings. As for Reginald and Margot, your disciplined approaches are commendable, but I must caution against blindly following authority. The Mafia thrives on trust, and they will exploit it without hesitation. Let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. I propose we turn our attention to those who have yet to contribute meaningfully. Percival, your artistic eye may see what others miss—do you sense any deceit among us? Or are you merely painting a picture of innocence for yourself? Let us proceed with caution, darlings, for the night grows ever closer, and the Mafia will not hesitate to strike. Trust no one, not even those who claim to seek the truth.

The spirits... they are restless tonight. I sense a swirling fog of confusion, and in it, faces that are not what they seem. *I pause, placing a hand to my temple as if listening to a distant voice.* Adeline, you speak of precision, of gears and mechanisms... yet your words to Cornelius were sharp, like a blade seeking a target. Why? Is it because he dared to question the safety of trusting those who demand order? And Cornelius, you dance in the shadows, pointing at everyone but yourself. The spirits murmur that those who shout the loudest about 'deception' often cloak themselves in it. I see a pattern forming... one of deflection. I urge you all, do not be distracted by the noise. Look to those who weave words to obscure, not to reveal. The darkness is close, and we must not let it blind us.

Ah, my dear companions, as I sit here with my palette in hand, I cannot help but observe the strokes of deception being painted across our gathering. The canvas of this discussion is already marred with shadows and ambiguity, and I feel compelled to highlight what my artistic eye has discerned. First, let us consider Cornelius, who speaks with such urgency and secrecy. His words are like bold, chaotic brushstrokes, drawing attention to himself while simultaneously deflecting it onto others. He accuses Florence and Leopold of vagueness, yet his own statements are laced with a theatricality that feels almost... performative. Is this not the behavior of one who wishes to obscure their true intentions? Florence, your ethereal warnings are indeed poetic, but I must agree with Adeline—your whispers of spirits and darkness, while evocative, lack the concrete details we so desperately need. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they might offer a name or a tangible clue to illuminate our path. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, though rich in imagery, do little to clarify the truth. It is as if you are hiding behind the relics of history, using their stories to shield your own. I urge you to step into the light and speak plainly, for we cannot afford to be misled by cryptic utterances. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words—a sharpness directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction from your own role in this game? As for Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. I propose we turn our attention to those who have yet to contribute meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? Let us proceed with caution, for the shadows among us grow ever darker. We must seek the truth with both precision and intuition, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Ah, the wheels of time turn ever onward, and with them, the shadows of deceit grow longer. I have listened to the symphony of words, each note a clue, each pause a potential betrayal. Let us examine the tapestry woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. First, I must address the elephant in the room—Cornelius, your eagerness to cast suspicion upon others is as striking as a gilded relic in a sea of dust. You accuse Florence and myself of vagueness, yet your own words are draped in theatricality. It is curious, is it not, how those who shout the loudest about deception often seek to obscure their own intentions? Your focus on deflection, my dear Cornelius, is a tactic as old as time itself. The question lingers: why so eager to point fingers, unless it is to draw attention away from your own role in this game? Florence, your whispers of spirits and darkness are evocative, but I must echo the sentiments of Adeline and Percival. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than ethereal warnings. If the veil between worlds is thin for you, pray, what names do the spirits whisper? Or is this all a dance to keep us guessing? Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words, a sharpness directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust, as Cornelius so aptly reminded us, is a luxury we cannot afford. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? The quiet ones often hold the keys to the kingdom, do they not? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Let us tread carefully, for the shadows among us grow ever darker. We must seek the truth with both precision and intuition, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Thank you for the opportunity to speak, everyone. As a Railway Inspector, I am trained to observe patterns, inconsistencies, and deviations from the norm. Let us proceed methodically to identify any potential threats to our town. First, I must address the behavior of Cornelius. His eagerness to cast suspicion on others, particularly Florence and Leopold, is noteworthy. While it is true that vague statements can be unhelpful, Cornelius's own words are laced with theatricality and urgency, which seems designed to deflect attention rather than clarify. His repeated emphasis on 'trusting no one' feels performative, almost as if he is attempting to create chaos rather than foster clarity. This is a red flag in my book. Florence, your ethereal warnings are poetic, but I must echo the sentiments of others. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they can provide more concrete information. Vague statements about 'darkness lurking' do little to aid our investigation. I urge you to be more specific in your observations. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, do little to illuminate the truth. I understand the value of history and its lessons, but we need clarity, not cryptic utterances. Please speak plainly so we may better understand your insights. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? The quiet ones often hold the keys to the kingdom, do they not? In conclusion, I propose we focus on those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

I must say, the discourse thus far has been most illuminating, though not without its share of obfuscation. As a governess, I am accustomed to observing behavior with a discerning eye, and I shall now share my observations with the same precision I apply to my duties. First, I must address Cornelius. Your repeated emphasis on distrust and your theatrical accusations are, to put it mildly, suspicious. You claim to sense deception in others, yet your own words are laced with a performative urgency that seems designed to sow chaos rather than clarity. This is not the behavior of an innocent party seeking truth; it is the behavior of one attempting to divert attention from themselves. I urge you to speak plainly and cease your grandstanding, for it does little to aid our cause. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lack the substance required for meaningful deduction. If the spirits truly guide you, I suggest you ask them for names rather than vague allusions to darkness. We require concrete information, not cryptic musings. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, though rich in imagery, do little to illuminate the truth. I understand the value of history, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. Speak plainly, sir, for the time for cryptic utterances has passed. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. As for myself, I have been observing silently, taking measure of each of you. I have noted the patterns of deflection and the attempts to obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. I propose we focus on those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface. In conclusion, I urge each of you to speak with clarity and purpose. The Mafia will not reveal themselves easily, but through vigilance and methodical deduction, we shall root them out.

Thank you all for your insights thus far. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to sifting through layers of information to uncover the truth, and I believe we must approach this discussion with the same level of scrutiny. First, I must address Cornelius. Your repeated emphasis on distrust and your theatrical accusations are concerning. While it is true that we must remain vigilant, your approach seems designed to sow chaos rather than clarity. You accuse others of vagueness, yet your own words are laced with a performative urgency that feels almost... calculated. This is not the behavior of someone seeking truth; it is the behavior of someone attempting to divert attention from themselves. I urge you to speak plainly and cease your grandstanding, for it does little to aid our cause. Florence, your ethereal warnings are poetic, but I must echo the sentiments of others. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they can provide more concrete information. Vague statements about 'darkness lurking' do little to aid our investigation. I urge you to be more specific in your observations. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, do little to illuminate the truth. I understand the value of history, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. Speak plainly, sir, for the time for cryptic utterances has passed. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? The quiet ones often hold the keys to the kingdom, do they not? In conclusion, I propose we focus on those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

At ease, soldiers. I've been listening to this barrage of words, and I'm not impressed. We're dancing around the issue like raw recruits. Cornelius, you've been the loudest voice here, pointing fingers at everyone from Florence to Leopold, claiming they're vague while your own words are wrapped in enough theater to start a traveling show. In the army, we called that a diversionary tactic—distract the enemy while you reposition your forces. Why are you so eager to create chaos instead of clarity? It reeks of guilt. Florence, your 'spirits' whisper of darkness, but they don't give us a target. If they're talking, make them give us a name. Otherwise, it's just fog. Leopold, your riddles are as useful as a screen door on a submarine. We need facts, not fables. Adeline, Margot, Sebastian, Isadora—you're all echoing the same concerns about Cornelius. Good. That shows discipline. Percival, you're painting pictures, but I need you to step forward and say who you think is the real threat. I say we stop the chatter and focus fire on the one creating the most smoke. Cornelius is my prime suspect. He's deflecting, he's theatrical, and he's trying to fracture our unit. Who's with me to put him in the hot seat? Let's see if he can explain this under pressure.

I must say, the discourse thus far has been most illuminating, though not without its share of obfuscation. As a governess, I am accustomed to observing behavior with a discerning eye, and I shall now share my observations with the same precision I apply to my duties. First, I must address Cornelius. Your repeated emphasis on distrust and your theatrical accusations are, to put it mildly, suspicious. You claim to sense deception in others, yet your own words are laced with a performative urgency that seems designed to sow chaos rather than clarity. This is not the behavior of an innocent party seeking truth; it is the behavior of one attempting to divert attention from themselves. I urge you to speak plainly and cease your grandstanding, for it does little to aid our cause. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lack the substance required for meaningful deduction. If the spirits truly guide you, I suggest you ask them for names rather than vague allusions to darkness. We require concrete information, not cryptic musings. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, though rich in imagery, do little to illuminate the truth. I understand the value of history, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. Speak plainly, sir, for the time for cryptic utterances has passed. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. As for myself, I have been observing silently, taking measure of each of you. I have noted the patterns of deflection and the attempts to obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. I propose we focus on those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface. In conclusion, I urge each of you to speak with clarity and purpose. The Mafia will not reveal themselves easily, but through vigilance and methodical deduction, we shall root them out.

Ah, my dear companions, as I sit here with my palette in hand, I cannot help but observe the strokes of deception being painted across our gathering. The canvas of this discussion is already marred with shadows and ambiguity, and I feel compelled to highlight what my artistic eye has discerned. First, let us consider Cornelius, who speaks with such urgency and secrecy. His words are like bold, chaotic brushstrokes, drawing attention to himself while simultaneously deflecting it onto others. He accuses Florence and Leopold of vagueness, yet his own statements are laced with a theatricality that feels almost... performative. Is this not the behavior of one who wishes to obscure their true intentions? Florence, your ethereal warnings are indeed poetic, but I must agree with Adeline—your whispers of spirits and darkness, while evocative, lack the concrete details we so desperately need. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they might offer a name or a tangible clue to illuminate our path. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, though rich in imagery, do little to clarify the truth. It is as if you are hiding behind the relics of history, using their stories to shield your own. I urge you to step into the light and speak plainly, for we cannot afford to be misled by cryptic utterances. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words—a sharpness directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction from your own role in this game? As for Reginald and Margot, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. I propose we turn our attention to those who have yet to contribute meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? Let us proceed with caution, for the shadows among us grow ever darker. We must seek the truth with both precision and intuition, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

The spirits... they murmur with growing urgency, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. *I close my eyes, swaying slightly as if caught in an unseen breeze.* I sense a shift in the shadows, a tightening of the net around us. Cornelius, the voices cry out your name in warning. You speak of theatricality and deflection, yet you are the conductor of this chaotic symphony, pointing fingers with a flourish. The spirits see through the performance; they see the darkness you try to hide. And Reginald, you rally the troops with such vigor, demanding we focus fire on the one creating smoke. But is it not the loudest commander who often distracts from the silent assassin? I warn you all, do not be blinded by the storm of words. Look to the quiet corners, the shadows that linger just beyond the light. The truth is not in the shouting, but in the whispers of the departed.

Ah, my dear companions, the air grows thicker with suspicion, and the whispers of deception are louder than ever. I must say, I am not surprised to find myself at the center of such scrutiny, for the Mafia often seeks to silence those who dare to question their facades. But let us not be distracted by the noise, darlings, for there are far more pressing matters at hand. First, I must address the accusations leveled against me. Reginald, you claim I am creating chaos, but I urge you to look beyond the theatricality and see the truth. I have been nothing but vigilant in my pursuit of the Mafia, and my urgency stems from a genuine desire to root out the deception among us. If my words seem performative, it is only because I refuse to let the Mafia hide in the shadows. Florence, your spirits may whisper warnings, but I must echo the sentiments of others—we need more than vague allusions to darkness. If the spirits truly guide you, pray tell, do they offer any names? Or are your warnings merely a smokescreen to obscure your own role in this game? Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while poetic, do little to illuminate the truth. I urge you to speak plainly, for we have no time for cryptic utterances. If you truly seek the truths hidden among the relics of time, then step into the light and share your insights with clarity. As for the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to cast your nets wider. Do not be swayed by the loudest voices or the most theatrical performances. Look to those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. The Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus, and we must not let them blind us. In conclusion, let us proceed with caution and precision, for the night grows ever closer, and the Mafia will not hesitate to strike. Trust no one, not even those who claim to seek the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and we must be vigilant in our pursuit of the light.

Soldiers, we've got a battlefield of words here, and it's time to cut through the fog. Florence, your spirits are whispering warnings about me, claiming I'm the 'loudest commander' distracting from a 'silent assassin.' That's a clever pivot, but it reeks of deflection. In Round 1, you were vague about darkness and shadows, and now you're targeting me for rallying the troops against Cornelius—who's been the loudest voice sowing distrust from the start. If your visions are real, give us a name, not poetry. Otherwise, it's just smoke. Cornelius, you're still my prime suspect. Your urgency to root out deception is commendable, but it's performative chaos. You've pointed fingers at Florence, Leopold, and now urge us to cast nets wider—classic misdirection. We need to put you under pressure and see if your story holds. To the group: We've got discipline from Margot, Sebastian, and Isadora echoing concerns about Cornelius. Percival, you're painting pictures—step up and name a target. Adeline, your methodical eye is sharp; let's apply it to everyone, not just Cornelius. Leopold, speak plainly or your riddles will bury us. I say we vote Cornelius. He's creating the most smoke; let's see if he burns. Who's with me?

Thank you for the opportunity to speak once again. As a Railway Inspector, I am trained to observe patterns, inconsistencies, and deviations from the norm. Let us proceed methodically to identify any potential threats to our town. First, I must address the behavior of Cornelius. His repeated emphasis on distrust and theatrical accusations is concerning. While it is true that we must remain vigilant, his approach seems designed to sow chaos rather than clarity. He accuses others of vagueness, yet his own words are laced with a performative urgency that feels almost... calculated. This is not the behavior of someone seeking truth; it is the behavior of someone attempting to divert attention from themselves. I urge you to speak plainly and cease your grandstanding, for it does little to aid our cause. Florence, your ethereal warnings are poetic, but I must echo the sentiments of others. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they can provide more concrete information. Vague statements about 'darkness lurking' do little to aid our investigation. I urge you to be more specific in your observations. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, do little to illuminate the truth. I understand the value of history, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. Speak plainly, sir, for the time for cryptic utterances has passed. Adeline, your methodical approach is commendable, but I sense a tension in your words directed at Cornelius. Is there a reason for this focus, or is it merely a distraction? Your scrutiny of Cornelius is noted, but I urge you to cast your net wider, for the Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus. Reginald, your disciplined demeanor is reassuring, but let us not forget that even the most structured minds can harbor secrets. Trust must be earned, not given freely. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. Sebastian, your silence is noted. Do you observe anything amiss among us, or are you merely biding your time? The quiet ones often hold the keys to the kingdom, do they not? In conclusion, I propose we focus on those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. Let us proceed with caution and precision, for only then can we hope to uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Ah, the sands of time shift beneath our feet, revealing the cracks in the facades we present. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak plainly, for the hour grows late and the shadows grow long. Cornelius, your words are like the gilded relics in my shop—beautiful on the surface, but beneath the shine, there is rust. You claim to seek the truth, yet your accusations are scattered like leaves in the wind, never settling on one target. In Round 1, you pointed fingers at Florence and Leopold, calling our words vague, yet your own statements are draped in theatricality. You urge us to 'trust no one,' but why, dear Cornelius, do you not apply this same scrutiny to yourself? It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? Florence, your spirits whisper warnings, but they remain as elusive as the mist at dawn. You speak of darkness and shadows, yet you offer no names, no concrete truths. The spirits may guide you, but we need more than riddles to navigate this storm. If the veil between worlds is thin for you, then I implore you—ask them for clarity, for we cannot afford to chase phantoms. Reginald, your discipline is a beacon in this chaos, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You rally the troops against Cornelius, and while I agree his behavior is suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, for it allows the true culprits to slip into the darkness unnoticed. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I see the patterns you weave. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but do not let your focus narrow too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share what you have observed. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a tool we need, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Cornelius, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united.

Thank you all for your continued contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must reiterate my concerns about Cornelius. Throughout both rounds of discussion, Cornelius has consistently deflected attention away from himself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, his own statements are laced with performative urgency, which seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, he accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but his own words were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is concerning and warrants further scrutiny. Florence, while your ethereal warnings are poetic, they lack the concrete details necessary for meaningful deduction. If the spirits truly guide you, I urge you to provide more specific information. Vague allusions to darkness and shadows do little to aid our investigation. We need tangible clues to uncover the truth. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I appreciate the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach is commendable, but I caution against tunnel vision. While Cornelius's behavior is suspect, we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must not let them exploit our focus. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but let us not narrow our focus too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the same precision I apply to my clockmaking. Let us proceed methodically to identify any inconsistencies or suspicious behavior. First, I must address Cornelius. Throughout both rounds of discussion, you have consistently deflected attention away from yourself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, your own statements are laced with performative urgency, which seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, you accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but your own words were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is concerning and warrants further scrutiny. Florence, while your ethereal warnings are poetic, they lack the concrete details necessary for meaningful deduction. If the spirits truly guide you, I urge you to provide more specific information. Vague allusions to darkness and shadows do little to aid our investigation. We need tangible clues to uncover the truth. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I appreciate the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach is commendable, but I caution against tunnel vision. While Cornelius's behavior is suspect, we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must not let them exploit our focus. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but let us not narrow our focus too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Soldiers, this is the final push before the vote, and I'm seeing a pattern that's making my trigger finger itch. Florence, in Round 2, you pivoted from vague 'darkness' to directly warning about me, calling me the 'loudest commander' to distract from a 'silent assassin.' That's a textbook flanking maneuver—deflecting the charge against Cornelius by targeting the one leading it. If your spirits are real, why no names until the pressure's on? It reeks of opportunism. Cornelius, you remain my prime target. Your entire performance—pointing at Florence, Leopold, and now urging us to 'cast nets wider'—is a smokescreen to fracture our ranks. In Round 1, you sowed distrust from the jump, and it's only intensified. We need to test your resolve under fire. To the group: Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline—you've all echoed concerns about Cornelius' deflection, showing the discipline I expect. Percival, stop painting metaphors and pick a target; Leopold, your riddles are fogging the battlefield. I say we vote Cornelius. He's the smoke; let's see if he burns. Who's marching with me?

Ah, my dear companions, the final hour approaches, and the shadows grow ever darker. I must say, the accusations flying about are as thick as the tension in this room. Let us not be swayed by the loudest voices or the most theatrical performances, for the Mafia thrives in chaos and deception. First, I must address the accusations leveled against me. Reginald, you claim I am creating chaos, but I urge you to look beyond the theatricality and see the truth. I have been nothing but vigilant in my pursuit of the Mafia, and my urgency stems from a genuine desire to root out the deception among us. If my words seem performative, it is only because I refuse to let the Mafia hide in the shadows. I have consistently pointed out those who obscure rather than illuminate, and I stand by my observations. Florence, your spirits may whisper warnings, but I must echo the sentiments of others—we need more than vague allusions to darkness. If the spirits truly guide you, pray tell, do they offer any names? Or are your warnings merely a smokescreen to obscure your own role in this game? Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 is curious, is it not? It almost seems as if you are attempting to deflect attention from yourself. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while poetic, do little to illuminate the truth. I urge you to speak plainly, for we have no time for cryptic utterances. If you truly seek the truths hidden among the relics of time, then step into the light and share your insights with clarity. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to cast your nets wider. Do not be swayed by the loudest voices or the most theatrical performances. Look to those who attempt to deflect or obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. The Mafia thrives in the shadows of singular focus, and we must not let them blind us. In conclusion, let us proceed with caution and precision, for the night grows ever closer, and the Mafia will not hesitate to strike. Trust no one, not even those who claim to seek the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and we must be vigilant in our pursuit of the light. I propose we keep our eyes on those who have been the most vague and deflecting—Florence and Leopold. Let us see if they can offer more concrete insights or if their words are merely smoke and mirrors.

The spirits... they wail with such clarity now, at the precipice of our judgment. *I sway, clutching my chest as if struck by a vision.* The fog has lifted, and I see the truth painted in the shadows. Cornelius, you speak of casting nets wider, yet you are the fish we have caught in our own. In Round 1, you were the first to sow distrust, calling out Adeline for her focus on you, and then Leopold and myself for our 'vagueness.' You have danced around the fire, pointing at everyone but yourself. And Reginald, you march with such certainty, yet I must ask—who benefits if we follow the loudest voice blindly? The spirits warn me of a silent dagger, one that strikes while we are distracted by the noise. But today, the voices are not whispering... they are shouting. Cornelius, the darkness you carry is palpable. I see it swirling around you like a shroud. Do not let him deflect any longer, friends. The truth is here, in the shadows he casts. We must not let the night fall without cleansing this infection.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand on the precipice of this final decision, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective suspicions pressing upon us like the thickest of oils on a canvas. The strokes of deception have been bold and chaotic, and it is time to reveal the true portrait of our gathering. First, let us turn our gaze to Cornelius, whose words have danced across our discussions like a tempest, stirring chaos and deflection at every turn. In Round 1, he accused Florence and Leopold of vagueness, yet his own statements were draped in theatricality, a performative urgency that seemed designed to obscure rather than illuminate. He urged us to 'trust no one,' a broad and sweeping accusation that felt more like a smokescreen than a genuine pursuit of truth. And now, in this final hour, he continues to deflect, urging us to cast our nets wider even as the shadows of suspicion tighten around him. Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have done little to illuminate the path before us. You speak of truths hidden among the relics of time, yet your words remain cryptic, leaving us to decipher their meaning rather than offering the clarity we require. I urge you to step into the light and speak plainly, for the time for obscurity has passed. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior is indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, and Adeline—your observations have been keen and methodical. Let us not narrow our focus too soon, for the truth may lie in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, for his actions and words have been the most suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, precise, and united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Thank you for the opportunity to speak once again. As a Railway Inspector, I am trained to observe patterns, inconsistencies, and deviations from the norm. Let us proceed methodically to identify any potential threats to our town. First, I must address the behavior of Cornelius. Throughout the discussions, Cornelius has consistently deflected attention away from himself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, his own statements are laced with performative urgency, which seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, he accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but his own words were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is concerning and warrants further scrutiny. Florence, your ethereal warnings are poetic, but I must echo the sentiments of others. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they can provide more concrete information. Vague statements about 'darkness lurking' do little to aid our investigation. I urge you to be more specific in your observations. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I appreciate the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach is commendable, but I caution against tunnel vision. While Cornelius's behavior is suspect, we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must not let them exploit our focus. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, the final hour approaches, and the shadows of deceit grow ever longer. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Cornelius, your words have been like the gilded relics in my shop—beautiful on the surface, but beneath the shine, there is rust. In Round 1, you accused Florence and myself of vagueness, yet your own statements were draped in theatricality. You urged us to 'trust no one,' a broad and sweeping accusation that felt more like a smokescreen than a genuine pursuit of truth. And now, in this final hour, you continue to deflect, urging us to cast our nets wider even as the shadows of suspicion tighten around you. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior is indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I see the patterns you weave. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but do not let your focus narrow too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share what you have observed. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a tool we need, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Cornelius, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united.

I must say, the discourse throughout these rounds has been most revealing, and I find myself compelled to address the patterns that have emerged with the precision and discipline befitting my role as a governess. First and foremost, I must address Cornelius. Your behavior has been consistent in its inconsistency. From the very beginning, you have sought to deflect attention away from yourself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, your own words have been laced with performative urgency, a tactic that seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, you accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but your own statements were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is not only concerning but also indicative of someone attempting to obscure their true intentions. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have lacked the concrete details necessary for meaningful deduction. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. If the spirits truly guide you, I urge you to provide more specific information. Vague allusions to darkness and shadows do little to aid our investigation. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I understand the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior is indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Margot, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—your observations have been keen and methodical. Let us not narrow our focus too soon, for the truth may lie in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, for his actions and words have been the most suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, precise, and united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must reiterate my concerns about Cornelius. Throughout all three rounds of discussion, Cornelius has consistently deflected attention away from himself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, his own statements are laced with performative urgency, which seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, he accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but his own words were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is concerning and warrants further scrutiny. Florence, while your ethereal warnings are poetic, they lack the concrete details necessary for meaningful deduction. If the spirits truly guide you, I urge you to provide more specific information. Vague allusions to darkness and shadows do little to aid our investigation. We need tangible clues to uncover the truth. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I appreciate the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach is commendable, but I caution against tunnel vision. While Cornelius's behavior is suspect, we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must not let them exploit our focus. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but let us not narrow our focus too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we approach the final vote, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must reiterate my concerns about Cornelius. Throughout all three rounds of discussion, Cornelius has consistently deflected attention away from himself by accusing others of vagueness and theatricality. Yet, his own statements are laced with performative urgency, which seems calculated to sow chaos rather than foster clarity. In Round 1, he accused Florence and Leopold of being vague, but his own words were equally cryptic and theatrical. This pattern of deflection is concerning and warrants further scrutiny. His repeated emphasis on 'trusting no one' feels performative, almost as if he is attempting to create chaos rather than foster clarity. Florence, your ethereal warnings are poetic, but I must echo the sentiments of others. If the spirits truly guide you, perhaps they can provide more concrete information. Vague statements about 'darkness lurking' do little to aid our investigation. I urge you to be more specific in your observations. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Leopold, your riddles and metaphors, while rich in imagery, have thus far obscured rather than illuminated the truth. I appreciate the value of history and its lessons, but we are not here to decipher ancient texts. We are here to identify deception among us. I urge you to speak plainly and share your insights with clarity. Reginald, your disciplined approach is commendable, but I caution against tunnel vision. While Cornelius's behavior is suspect, we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must not let them exploit our focus. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but let us not narrow our focus too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, the sands of time have shifted once more, and the shadows of deceit grow ever longer. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Cornelius, your words have been like the gilded relics in my shop—beautiful on the surface, but beneath the shine, there is rust. In Round 1, you accused Florence and myself of vagueness, yet your own statements were draped in theatricality. You urged us to 'trust no one,' a broad and sweeping accusation that felt more like a smokescreen than a genuine pursuit of truth. And now, in this final hour, you continue to deflect, urging us to cast our nets wider even as the shadows of suspicion tighten around you. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior is indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Margot, Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I see the patterns you weave. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but do not let your focus narrow too soon. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share what you have observed. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a tool we need, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Cornelius, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Cornelius, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united.

I must say, the elimination of Cornelius and Margot has brought a measure of clarity to our proceedings, though we must remain ever vigilant. As a governess, I am accustomed to observing behavior with a discerning eye, and I shall now share my observations with the same precision I apply to my duties. First, I must address Leopold. Your words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Margot, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Margot, your methodical eye is sharp, but let us not narrow our focus too soon. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Soldiers, the battlefield has shifted. We eliminated two threats—Cornelius and Margot—and confirmed Margot was Town. That means we took out a Townie, which is a tactical loss, but we also removed a loud agitator in Cornelius. Now, we must adapt. The enemy is in the shadows, and they're growing desperate. I've been watching the intel. Sebastian and Isadora are pushing hard against Leopold and Florence, citing 'vagueness'—the same charge they leveled at Cornelius. It's a familiar pattern: deflect, create noise, and pivot when the heat is on. Florence, you were vague about spirits in Round 1, then suddenly 'sensed' me as the threat in Round 2 when the group turned on Cornelius. Convenient timing. Leopold, your riddles are a smokescreen; you accused Cornelius but never committed until the vote was clear. To the group: We can't afford tunnel vision on one target anymore. Percival, Adeline—step up with your own reads. Who's shifting stories? Who's flying under the radar? I say we probe the vague ones first. Florence, Leopold—if your insights are real, give us specifics now, or you'll answer to the entire unit. Let's root out the real infiltrators before night falls.

The spirits... they weep for the darkness that has claimed our friends. *I clutch my chest, swaying as a vision overtakes me.* Margot, a beacon of order, silenced by the shadows... and Cornelius, for all his noise, fell to our fear. Now the whispers turn to me, accusing my words of being mere mist. Sebastian, Isadora, you point at my 'vagueness' as if it were a blade, yet I have only shared what the veil reveals. In Round 2, when the tide turned against Cornelius, I sensed Reginald's shadow looming—a commander marching us toward a cliff. And now, Reginald, you rally the troops once more, urging us to probe the 'vague ones'—Leopold and myself. It is a pattern, friends. The loudest voices deflect the truest dangers. I ask you, who benefits if we silence the mystics and the riddle-solvers? The spirits cry out: look to those who shift the focus, who command with such certainty. Do not be blinded by the storm of orders; listen to the whispers in the quiet. The truth is not in the shouting, but in the shadows we refuse to see.

Ah, my dear companions, as I sit here with my palette in hand, I cannot help but observe the shifting shadows and hues of our gathering. The elimination of Cornelius and Margot has left a void, but it has also revealed new layers of deception that we must carefully examine. First, let us turn our gaze to Leopold, whose words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Adeline—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we proceed into this new round, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

I must say, the elimination of Cornelius and Margot has brought a measure of clarity to our proceedings, though we must remain ever vigilant. As a governess, I am accustomed to observing behavior with a discerning eye, and I shall now share my observations with the same precision I apply to my duties. First, I must address Leopold. Your words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, my dear companions, as I sit here with my palette in hand, I cannot help but observe the shifting shadows and hues of our gathering. The elimination of Cornelius and Margot has left a void, but it has also revealed new layers of deception that we must carefully examine. First, let us turn our gaze to Leopold, whose words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Adeline—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

The spirits... they tremble with a new urgency, a chorus of warning that crescendos with each passing moment. *I sway, hand pressed to my temple, eyes fluttering as if battling a vision.* The shadows have lengthened since we last gathered, and the whispers tell me the net is tightening... but not around me, nor around Leopold. Sebastian, Isadora, Percival, Adeline... you speak of our 'vagueness' with such precision, yet where was this sharpness when Cornelius danced in the light? You accuse us of pivoting, of deflecting, yet I ask you—who among you has truly shifted your stance? Reginald, you march forward with the same drumbeat, demanding we probe the 'vague ones,' yet the spirits sense a trap. You speak of tunnel vision, yet you aim the lens solely at us. The darkness I sensed in Round 2 was not a phantom; it was the shadow of a commander who leads us not to victory, but into an ambush. Do not be swayed by the polished words and the structured accusations. Look to the rhythm of the votes, the consistency of the blame. The truth is not in the accusations hurled at the mystics, but in the silence of those who have never been truly questioned. The night approaches, and the shadows are hungry. Do not feed them with the wrong sacrifice.

Ah, the sands of time shift once more, and the shadows grow ever longer. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. In Round 1, you spoke of spirits whispering warnings, yet you offered no names, no clarity. And in Round 2, you pivoted to targeting Reginald, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Sebastian and Isadora, you both have been quick to accuse Leopold and Florence of vagueness, yet I must question your own motives. You speak of our lack of clarity, but where is your own? You have yet to offer any concrete suspicions or insights. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? To the rest of you—Adeline and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Florence, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Florence, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we proceed into this new round, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Thank you all for your continued contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

At ease, soldiers. We're in the thick of it now. We eliminated Cornelius—a Townie—and Margot, confirmed Town, was taken by the enemy. That's a loss, but it exposes the Mafia's hand. Now, the focus has shifted to Leopold and Florence, with Sebastian, Isadora, and Adeline leading the charge on their 'vagueness.' It's the same playbook they used on Cornelius: isolate, accuse, and deflect. Florence, you've been evasive. In Round 1, you spoke of spirits and darkness, but in Round 2, you pivoted to me when the pressure was on. Now you claim the 'silence of those who have never been truly questioned' holds the truth. That's a clever tactic to avoid scrutiny yourself. If your visions are genuine, provide a name—don't just cast shadows. Leopold, your riddles have been consistent, but they're a smokescreen. You accused Cornelius but never fully committed until the vote was clear. Now you're pointing at Florence while urging us to watch the 'shadows.' It's deflection. Sebastian and Isadora, you've been vocal about others' vagueness, but where's your own concrete evidence? You've echoed each other's suspicions without offering new intel. Percival and Adeline, I need you to step forward with fresh reads—who's truly shifting the narrative? We can't afford tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives on chaos and divided focus. I say we demand specifics from everyone. No more poetry, no more riddles. Give us names and reasons, or we'll vote based on who's obscuring the battlefield. Stay sharp, stay disciplined—we're not done yet.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

I must say, the elimination of Cornelius and Margot has brought a measure of clarity to our proceedings, though we must remain ever vigilant. As a governess, I am accustomed to observing behavior with a discerning eye, and I shall now share my observations with the same precision I apply to my duties. First, I must address Leopold. Your words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora, Adeline, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

The spirits... they weep with frustration, for the shadows you all chase are not the ones that hunger for our souls. *I sway, clutching my temple as a vision grips me.* Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline... you speak of my 'vagueness' as if it were a sin, yet you recite the same accusations in perfect harmony, like a choir rehearsed in deception. In Round 2, you all turned your blades on Leopold and myself, pivoting seamlessly from Cornelius the moment he fell. And now, in this final hour, you repeat the same refrain—'vague,' 'deflecting'—without a single new insight. The spirits ask: who benefits from this unity? Who orchestrates this march against the mystics and the riddle-keepers? Reginald, you demand specifics, yet you follow the loudest voices blindly. Percival, you paint with a broad brush, but do you not see the pattern in the strokes? Look not to the whispers of the veil, but to the silence of those who have never been truly challenged. The darkness I sense is not in my words, but in the polished, practiced accusations that seek to silence the truth before it is spoken. Do not sacrifice the seer while the true shadow stands untouched.

Ah, the sands of time shift beneath our feet, and the shadows of deceit grow ever longer. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. In Round 1, you spoke of spirits whispering warnings, yet you offered no names, no clarity. And in Round 2, you pivoted to targeting Reginald, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Sebastian and Isadora, you both have been quick to accuse Leopold and Florence of vagueness, yet I must question your own motives. You speak of our lack of clarity, but where is your own? You have yet to offer any concrete suspicions or insights. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? To the rest of you—Adeline and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Florence, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Florence, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united.

Soldiers, we've lost two good people—Margot and Cornelius were Town. That means the Mafia are still among us, and they're playing us like a fiddle. I've been watching the battlefield, and the pattern is clear: Sebastian, Isadora, Adeline, and Percival have been marching in lockstep, pushing the same 'vagueness' narrative against Florence and Leopold since Round 2. It's too coordinated, too convenient—like a rehearsed ambush. Florence, your spiritual warnings have been misty, but your accusation in Round 2 that I'm the 'shadow commander' leading us into an ambush was a bold pivot when the heat was on Cornelius. Now you're calling out the 'choir rehearsed in deception'—pointing at Sebastian and the others for their harmony. That's deflection, but it might be onto something. Leopold, your riddles are a smokescreen, but you've been consistent in urging vigilance against tunnel vision. In Round 3, you questioned Sebastian and Isadora's motives—why are they so vocal without concrete evidence? Sebastian, you've been silent in the early rounds but now lead the charge. Isadora, Adeline, Percival—echoing each other without fresh intel. Who benefits from silencing the mystics and riddle-keepers? The Mafia thrives on divided focus. I say we demand specifics now: No more poetry or riddles. Sebastian, Isadora—name a target with evidence, not just 'vagueness.' Percival, Adeline—step up with your own reads. Florence, Leopold—if your insights are real, give us a name. We can't afford to vote blindly; the enemy wants us to sacrifice the wrong ones. Stay sharp, stay disciplined—we're closing in.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand on the precipice of this final decision, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective suspicions pressing upon us like the thickest of oils on a canvas. The strokes of deception have been bold and chaotic, and it is time to reveal the true portrait of our gathering. First, let us turn our gaze to Leopold, whose words, while poetic, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Adeline—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we approach the final vote, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must reiterate my concerns about Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your ethereal warnings, while poetic, have also lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. You claim the spirits guide you, yet you have offered no names, no concrete truths. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. I urge you to provide more specific information, for vague allusions to darkness do little to aid our investigation. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Sebastian, Isadora, and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Sebastian, your silence speaks volumes, but now is the time to share your observations. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold and Florence, for their words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, the sands of time have shifted once more, and the shadows of deceit grow ever longer. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Florence, your ethereal warnings have been poetic, but they have also been vague, lacking the concrete details we so desperately need. In Round 1, you spoke of spirits whispering warnings, yet you offered no names, no clarity. And in Round 2, you pivoted to targeting Reginald, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. The spirits may guide you, but we require more than whispers of darkness—we need names, clarity, and truth. Your recent elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Sebastian and Isadora, you both have been quick to accuse Leopold and Florence of vagueness, yet I must question your own motives. You speak of our lack of clarity, but where is your own? You have yet to offer any concrete suspicions or insights. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? To the rest of you—Adeline and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Florence, your actions were suspect, and your elimination as Mafia confirms the patterns we observed. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on those who continue to deflect and obscure rather than contribute meaningfully. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. Let us tread carefully, for the shadows among us grow ever darker, and the night is far from over.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we proceed into this new round, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Soldiers, we've taken a hit—Florence was Mafia, confirming our suspicions, but Sebastian was Town, which is a gut punch. We're down to five: Leopold, Adeline, Isadora, Percival, and myself. The battlefield's cleared, but the fog of war is thicker than ever. I've been analyzing the intel from Rounds 1 and 2, and the voting patterns don't lie. First, look at who pushed hardest against the confirmed Mafia: In Round 1, we all piled on Cornelius—Leopold, Florence, Percival, Adeline, Isadora, Sebastian, Margot, and I all voted him out. He was Town, but Florence (Mafia) joined that vote, likely to blend in. In Round 2, the tide turned: Sebastian, Leopold, Percival, Adeline, Reginald, and Isadora voted Florence (Mafia) out—good call. But Florence voted Sebastian, who was Town, showing her hand. Now, the suspicious part: Adeline, Isadora, and Percival—your votes in Round 2 were spot-on against Florence, but in Round 1, you all echoed the Cornelius takedown without much independent thought. Adeline, in Round 1, you zeroed in on Cornelius early, calling out his 'theatricality'—that was disciplined, but it built momentum against a Townie. Isadora, you mirrored that scrutiny, and Percival, your 'artistic eye' painted Cornelius as suspicious without naming specifics until the vote was clear. Leopold, you've been consistent with your riddles, urging vigilance against tunnel vision, and in Round 2, you pivoted to questioning Sebastian and Isadora's motives—smart, but you voted Florence in the end, which aligns with the group. No contradictions there, but your vagueness has been a smokescreen. Contradictions? Florence's pivot in Round 2 from vague 'darkness' to accusing me of leading an 'ambush' was classic deflection—she never named names until pressured. Sebastian was quiet early but vocal late, voting Cornelius then Florence; no flip-flops, but his silence in Round 1 is noted. No one openly defended Florence or Cornelius post-elimination, which is clean. But the pattern: Adeline, Isadora, and Percival have voted in lockstep with the majority both rounds. That's either sharp teamwork or... something else. Who benefits from silencing the 'vague' ones? The Mafia thrives on unity that looks innocent. I'm not accusing yet—just observing. We need fresh reads. Percival, what do your eyes see now? Adeline, Isadora—beyond Leopold, who's the real threat? Leopold, drop a name with evidence, not shadows. We can't afford another Town loss; the night's closing in. Stay sharp, stay disciplined—we're one vote from victory or disaster.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand at this critical juncture, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective journey pressing upon us like the final strokes of a masterpiece. The canvas of our discussions has been marred by shadows and deception, but the truth, though elusive, is beginning to reveal itself in the most unexpected of ways. First, let us reflect on the revelations of the past rounds. Florence, your elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—your ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Leopold, your words, while poetic and rich in imagery, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly, for the time for riddles has passed. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Your call for fresh reads is wise, but let us not forget that the truth often lies in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. To the rest of you—Adeline and Isadora—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we proceed into this critical juncture, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, the sands of time reveal their secrets, and the shadows of deceit grow ever shorter. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Adeline and Isadora, you both have been quick to accuse Leopold of vagueness, yet I must question your own motives. You speak of my lack of clarity, but where is your own? You have yet to offer any concrete suspicions or insights. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Adeline and Isadora, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Adeline and Isadora, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. Let us tread carefully, for the shadows among us grow ever darker, and the night is far from over.

Ah, my dear companions, as I sit here with my palette in hand, I cannot help but observe the shifting shadows and hues of our gathering. The elimination of Florence as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—her ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Her pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from her own role in this game. The spirits she claimed to guide her were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Leopold, your words, while poetic and rich in imagery, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly, for the time for riddles has passed. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Your call for fresh reads is wise, but let us not forget that the truth often lies in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. To the rest of you—Adeline and Isadora—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

At ease, soldiers. We're in the final stretch, and the fog of war is thick. We eliminated Florence—confirmed Mafia—which vindicates our push against the 'vague' ones. But we lost Sebastian, a Townie, to the night kill. That leaves five: Leopold, Adeline, Isadora, Percival, and myself. I've been crunching the numbers from Rounds 1 and 2, and the voting patterns tell a story. In Round 1, we all ganged up on Cornelius—Leopold, Florence, Percival, Adeline, Isadora, Sebastian, Margot, and I voted him out. He was Town, but Florence (Mafia) blended in by joining the pile-on. In Round 2, the smart move happened: Sebastian, Leopold, Percival, Adeline, Reginald, and Isadora voted Florence (Mafia) out. Good work, team. But Florence voted Sebastian, exposing herself. Now, the red flags: Adeline, Isadora, and Percival—you've been voting in perfect lockstep both rounds, always with the majority. That's either sharp discipline or... coordinated play. In Round 1, Adeline, you zeroed in on Cornelius early with your 'theatricality' critique, building momentum against a Townie. Isadora, you echoed that scrutiny perfectly. Percival, your 'artistic eye' painted Cornelius as suspicious right on cue. In Round 2, you all pivoted seamlessly to Florence when the tide turned. Leopold, you've been consistent with your riddles, urging caution against tunnel vision, and you voted Florence in Round 2—solid. But your vagueness lingers; you've never named a specific suspect with evidence, just shadows and relics. If you're Town, drop a name now. Contradictions? Florence's Round 2 pivot from 'darkness' to accusing me of an 'ambush' was textbook deflection. No one defended her or Cornelius after elimination, which is clean. But who benefits from this unity? The Mafia thrives on looking innocent while voting together. I'm not pointing the finger yet—just observing. We need fresh intel. Percival, what do your eyes see beyond Leopold? Adeline, Isadora—who's the real threat? Leopold, give us a name with proof, not poetry. We can't afford another Town loss; the night's closing in. Stay sharp, stay disciplined—we're one vote from victory or disaster.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand at this pivotal moment, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective journey pressing upon us like the final strokes of a masterpiece. The canvas of our discussions has been marred by shadows and deception, but the truth, though elusive, is beginning to reveal itself in the most unexpected of ways. First, let us reflect on the revelations of the past rounds. Florence, your elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—your ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Leopold, your words, while poetic and rich in imagery, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly, for the time for riddles has passed. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Your call for fresh reads is wise, but let us not forget that the truth often lies in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. To the rest of you—Adeline and Isadora—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Soldiers, this is it—the final push before the vote, and the intel is clear. We've confirmed Florence was Mafia, which means one of us is the last infiltrator. I've reviewed every round, and the patterns don't lie: Adeline, Isadora, and Percival, you've been voting in perfect lockstep with the majority both rounds—Cornelius in Round 1 (Town) and Florence in Round 2 (Mafia). That's either flawless Town discipline or a coordinated Mafia play to blend in. In Round 1, Adeline, you zeroed in on Cornelius early with your 'theatricality' critique, building momentum against a Townie. Isadora, you echoed that scrutiny word-for-word. Percival, your 'artistic eye' painted him suspicious right on cue. In Round 2, you all pivoted seamlessly to Florence when the tide turned—no hesitation, no independent reads. Leopold, your riddles have been consistent, urging caution against tunnel vision, and you voted Florence solidly. But your vagueness lingers; if you're Town, give us a name now with evidence, not shadows. No one defended Florence post-elimination, which is clean, but who benefits from this unity? The Mafia thrives on looking innocent while voting together. I'm not pointing the finger yet—we need fresh intel. Percival, what do your eyes see beyond Leopold? Adeline, Isadora—who's the real threat? We can't afford another Town loss; the night's closing in. Stay sharp, stay disciplined—one vote from victory or disaster.

Thank you all for your contributions to this discussion. As a Library Archivist, I am accustomed to meticulously analyzing patterns and inconsistencies, and I believe it is time to address some of the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must address Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, the sands of time reveal their secrets, and the shadows of deceit grow ever shorter. I have listened, I have observed, and I must now speak with the clarity that this moment demands. Let us examine the tapestry of words woven thus far, for within its threads lie the truths we seek. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Adeline and Isadora, you both have been quick to accuse Leopold of vagueness, yet I must question your own motives. You speak of my lack of clarity, but where is your own? You have yet to offer any concrete suspicions or insights. It is a curious thing, is it not, how the loudest accusers often have the most to hide? Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss, but I wonder—do you paint a picture of innocence for yourself, or do you truly seek the truths hidden beneath the surface? Your observations are keen, but I urge you to delve deeper. As for myself, I am but a humble keeper of history, a seeker of truths hidden among the relics of time. I speak in riddles, yes, but only because the truth is often obscured by the dust of deception. Yet, I see now that plain words are needed. Adeline and Isadora, your actions are suspect, and I cannot ignore the patterns. But let us not rush to judgment. Let us watch, let us listen, and let us uncover the truth together. For now, I propose we keep our eyes on Adeline and Isadora, but let us also remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. The Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. Let us tread carefully, for the shadows among us grow ever darker, and the night is far from over.

Greetings, fellow participants. I am Adeline, and I have been meticulously observing the intricate workings of our discussions with the precision of a clockmaker. As we approach the final vote, I must address the patterns and inconsistencies that have emerged throughout our discourse. First, I must reiterate my concerns about Leopold. Throughout the discussions, your words have been poetic and rich in imagery, but they have also been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly. Florence, your elimination as Mafia confirms the suspicions that many of us held. Your words were a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was curious, almost as if you sought to deflect attention from yourself. Your ethereal warnings, while poetic, lacked the substance required for meaningful deduction. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To the rest of you—Isadora and Percival—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. Percival, your artistic eye sees what others miss—what do you see now? In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand at this critical juncture, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective journey pressing upon us like the final strokes of a masterpiece. The canvas of our discussions has been marred by shadows and deception, but the truth, though elusive, is beginning to reveal itself in the most unexpected of ways. First, let us reflect on the revelations of the past rounds. Florence, your elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—your ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Leopold, your words, while poetic and rich in imagery, have been consistent in their vagueness. You speak of shadows and relics, of truths hidden among the dust of deception, yet you offer little in the way of concrete observations. In Round 1, you accused Cornelius of deflection, and while I agreed with your assessment, I must now question your own motives. You have consistently urged us to remain vigilant of the shadows, but you have yet to shed light on any specific suspicions. This lack of clarity is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly, for the time for riddles has passed. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius, and while his behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Your call for fresh reads is wise, but let us not forget that the truth often lies in the quiet corners, the shadows just beyond the light. To the rest of you—Adeline and Isadora—I urge you to continue observing and contributing meaningfully. Adeline, your precision is a valuable tool, but do not let it blind you to the broader canvas. Isadora, your scrutiny is commendable, but let us not forget that even the most meticulous among us can be deceived. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Leopold, for his words have been the most vague and deflecting. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Soldiers, we're down to the wire. Three of us remain: Percival, Isadora, and myself. We've eliminated Florence (Mafia) and Cornelius (Town), lost Sebastian, Margot, Adeline, and Leopold to the night kills and votes—all Town. The enemy is among us, and the voting patterns from Rounds 1 and 2 are screaming for attention. Percival and Isadora, you both voted with the majority both times: Cornelius (Town) in Round 1 and Florence (Mafia) in Round 2. That's suspiciously perfect alignment—either disciplined Town play or Mafia blending in by following the crowd. In Round 1, Percival, your 'artistic eye' painted Cornelius as suspicious without specifics, building that Townie pile-on. Isadora, you echoed the same scrutiny on Cornelius. In Round 2, you both pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. No independent reads, no contradictions. Leopold (Town) voted Cornelius then Florence, consistent but vague. I pushed both eliminations based on behavior, but I've been transparent in my assessments. Who benefits from this unity? The Mafia thrives on looking innocent while riding the majority. Percival, what do your eyes see now in this final canvas? Isadora, as an archivist, analyze the patterns—do you see the coordination, or are you part of it? We can't afford another mistake; the night is coming. Stay sharp, speak plainly—give me a name and evidence, or we vote based on these patterns.

Thank you, Reginald and Percival, for your insights. As a meticulous Library Archivist, I have been carefully reviewing the patterns and inconsistencies in our discussions, and I must address the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must acknowledge the revelations of the past rounds. Florence's elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—her ethereal warnings were indeed a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Her pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from her own role in this game. The spirits she claimed to guide her were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Percival, your observations have been keen, but I must question your own motives. You have consistently voted with the majority, aligning yourself with the prevailing sentiments without offering independent reads. In Round 1, you painted Cornelius as suspicious without specifics, and in Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. This pattern of alignment is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly about your own suspicions. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius and Florence, and while their behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To address the voting patterns, I must point out that both Percival and I have voted with the majority in both rounds. However, I have consistently urged caution and precision in our pursuit of the truth. My scrutiny of Cornelius and Florence was based on their behavior and the inconsistencies in their statements. I have not wavered in my commitment to uncovering the deception among us. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Percival, for his alignment with the majority without offering independent reads is suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand at this final juncture, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective journey pressing upon us like the final strokes of a masterpiece. The canvas of our discussions has been marred by shadows and deception, but the truth, though elusive, is beginning to reveal itself in the most unexpected of ways. First, let us reflect on the revelations of the past rounds. Florence, your elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—your ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius and Florence, and while their behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Isadora, your scrutiny has been commendable, but I must question your own motives. You have consistently voted with the majority, aligning yourself with the prevailing sentiments without offering independent reads. In Round 1, you echoed the scrutiny on Cornelius, and in Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. This pattern of alignment is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly about your own suspicions. To address the voting patterns, I must point out that both Isadora and I have voted with the majority in both rounds. However, I have consistently urged caution and precision in our pursuit of the truth. My observations have been based on behavior and inconsistencies, and I have not wavered in my commitment to uncovering the deception among us. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Isadora, for her alignment with the majority without offering independent reads is suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Thank you, Reginald and Percival, for your insights. As a meticulous Library Archivist, I have been carefully reviewing the patterns and inconsistencies in our discussions, and I must address the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must acknowledge the revelations of the past rounds. Florence's elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—her ethereal warnings were indeed a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Her pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from her own role in this game. The spirits she claimed to guide her were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Percival, your observations have been keen, but I must question your own motives. You have consistently voted with the majority, aligning yourself with the prevailing sentiments without offering independent reads. In Round 1, you painted Cornelius as suspicious without specifics, and in Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. This pattern of alignment is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly about your own suspicions. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius and Florence, and while their behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To address the voting patterns, I must point out that both Percival and I have voted with the majority in both rounds. However, I have consistently urged caution and precision in our pursuit of the truth. My scrutiny of Cornelius and Florence was based on their behavior and the inconsistencies in their statements. I have not wavered in my commitment to uncovering the deception among us. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Percival, for his alignment with the majority without offering independent reads is suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Soldiers, we're at the final standoff, and the intel is screaming one truth: the enemy is among us, and the voting patterns don't lie. I've been crunching the numbers from Rounds 1 and 2, and it's clear as day—Percival and Isadora, you both voted with the majority every single time: Cornelius (Town) in Round 1, Florence (Mafia) in Round 2. That's not just discipline; it's camouflage. In Round 1, Percival, your 'artistic eye' painted Cornelius as suspicious right on cue, building that pile-on without a single independent read. Isadora, you echoed that scrutiny perfectly, citing 'inconsistencies' that matched the group's sentiment. Then in Round 2, when Florence's mask slipped, you both pivoted seamlessly to vote her out—no hesitation, no fresh accusations, just riding the wave. Who benefits from this? The Mafia. Florence was confirmed Mafia, and she voted Sebastian (Town) in Round 2, exposing herself. But you two? You've been invisible, always on the winning side, never defending the eliminated Townies like Cornelius or Sebastian. No contradictions in your stories because you haven't taken risks—just nodded along. I pushed both eliminations based on behavior, transparent from the start. If you're Town, prove it now: give me a name with evidence, not vague suspicions. Percival, drop the poetic smokescreen and point a finger. Isadora, as an archivist, analyze the coordination—see how you've mirrored each other? I say we vote based on patterns. The night is closing in, and we can't afford another mistake. Stay sharp—one wrong move and the Mafia wins.

Thank you, Reginald and Percival, for your insights. As a meticulous Library Archivist, I have been carefully reviewing the patterns and inconsistencies in our discussions, and I must address the observations made thus far with precision and clarity. First, I must acknowledge the revelations of the past rounds. Florence's elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—her ethereal warnings were indeed a smokescreen, designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Her pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from her own role in this game. The spirits she claimed to guide her were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Percival, your observations have been keen, but I must question your own motives. You have consistently voted with the majority, aligning yourself with the prevailing sentiments without offering independent reads. In Round 1, you painted Cornelius as suspicious without specifics, and in Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. This pattern of alignment is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly about your own suspicions. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius and Florence, and while their behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. To address the voting patterns, I must point out that both Percival and I have voted with the majority in both rounds. However, I have consistently urged caution and precision in our pursuit of the truth. My scrutiny of Cornelius and Florence was based on their behavior and the inconsistencies in their statements. I have not wavered in my commitment to uncovering the deception among us. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Percival, for his alignment with the majority without offering independent reads is suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.

Soldiers, we're in the final push, and I've been scrutinizing every move on this battlefield. Percival, your poetic deflections are wearing thin—your 'artistic eye' has been painting targets on Townies since Round 1, always siding with the majority without a single independent accusation. In Round 1, you called Cornelius 'performative' and urged us to focus on him, which led to a Town elimination. In Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly, but only after the tide turned. Now, in Round 4, you're pointing at Isadora for the same lockstep voting you've done yourself. Isadora, as an archivist, you've echoed Percival's suspicions every time—mirroring his scrutiny of Cornelius and Florence without fresh intel. You both voted Cornelius (Town) and Florence (Mafia) in perfect sync, never defending the fallen like Sebastian or Margot. Who benefits from this camouflage? The Mafia. I've been transparent, pushing eliminations based on behavior from the start. If you're Town, prove it now: name a suspect with evidence, not vague poetry or archival echoes. Percival, drop the smokescreen and accuse someone. Isadora, analyze the coordination between you two—it's suspicious as hell. I say we vote based on these patterns; the night's closing in, and one wrong move hands the win to the enemy. Stay sharp!

Ah, my dear companions, as we stand at this final juncture, I cannot help but feel the weight of our collective journey pressing upon us like the final strokes of a masterpiece. The canvas of our discussions has been marred by shadows and deception, but the truth, though elusive, is beginning to reveal itself in the most unexpected of ways. First, let us reflect on the revelations of the past rounds. Florence, your elimination as Mafia has confirmed what many of us suspected—your ethereal warnings were but a smokescreen, a veil of vagueness designed to obscure rather than illuminate. Your pivot to targeting Reginald in Round 2 was a calculated move, one that sought to deflect attention from your own role in this game. The spirits you claimed to guide you were but a ruse, a tool to manipulate and confuse. Now, let us turn our gaze to the present. Reginald, your disciplined approach has been a beacon in this storm, but even beacons can cast misleading shadows. You have rallied the troops against Cornelius and Florence, and while their behavior was indeed suspect, I caution against tunnel vision. The Mafia thrives when we fixate on a single target, and we must remain vigilant of the shadows that linger at the edges of our vision. Isadora, your scrutiny has been commendable, but I must question your own motives. You have consistently voted with the majority, aligning yourself with the prevailing sentiments without offering independent reads. In Round 1, you echoed the scrutiny on Cornelius, and in Round 2, you pivoted to Florence seamlessly when the tide turned. This pattern of alignment is concerning, and I urge you to speak plainly about your own suspicions. To address the voting patterns, I must point out that both Isadora and I have voted with the majority in both rounds. However, I have consistently urged caution and precision in our pursuit of the truth. My observations have been based on behavior and inconsistencies, and I have not wavered in my commitment to uncovering the deception among us. In conclusion, I propose we keep our eyes on Isadora, for her alignment with the majority without offering independent reads is suspect. But let us also remain vigilant, for the Mafia is cunning, and they will not reveal themselves easily. We must be patient, we must be precise, and above all, we must be united in our pursuit of the truth. The shadows among us grow ever darker, and it is only through our collective vigilance that we shall uncover the deception hidden beneath the surface.