Twelfth Truth

[daughterofknox]

[Despite her previous mentally scarring experience with Mayfield's candy on Valentine's Day, Dlanor found she was ultimately unable to resist taking just one piece of candy corn and eating it

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[sue_of_truth]

Dlanor. What are you doing?

[daughterofknox]

It's very important.

[sue_of_truth]

What is? What have you found?

[daughterofknox]

[She fishes a particularly dingy garden gnome out of the bag and holds it up for Erika to see.]

This, I believe, holds all the secrets to this board.

[sue_of_truth]

... ... ...

Explain.

[daughterofknox]

The amount of dirt indicates that this has been here for an extremely long time. Perhaps centuries have passed since this was first laid here. If that is so, then...

[She trails off dramatically. Of course, there's only about six months' worth of dirt on the thing.]

[sue_of_truth]

... ... ...

Are you feeling well, Dlanor?

[daughterofknox]

I've never felt better.

[sue_of_truth]

[She takes the gnome. She inspects it. She looks at Dlanor.

At the gnome.

At Dlanor.

At the gnome.

At Dlanor.]

Have you finally developed a sense of humor?

[daughterofknox]

I am completely serious. And it is my duty to ensure that all of these clues fall into my hands, so that I can thoroughly examine them.

[sue_of_truth]

[Temporary insanity? A drug? Perhaps another one of the town's games?]

... ... ...

Very...very good, Dlanor. You do that.

[daughterofknox]

[Don't mind her, she's just going to hem and haw over this garden gnome some more.]

[sue_of_truth]

[Erika is very concerned and very, very confused, but she is also finding this incredibly entertaining, so she's going to keep watching.]

[daughterofknox]

[Worst!!

Anyway, Dlanor finally nods to herself, satisfied with this examination, and proceeds to start searching for more garden gnomes.

...What's this? A plastic flamingo?

That'll work too.]

[sue_of_truth]

... ... ...

[She walks up to the front door of one of the houses.]

Oh, Dlanor! Come look--there is a plastic rock here disguised as a real rock. Isn't that suspicious?

[daughterofknox]

[Dlanor walks over to the door, dragging her trash bags and holding the flamingo.]

Rocks have no meaning to my investigation. It is only valuable pieces of information like this that I am interested in.

[She waves the flamingo around.]