I'd like to look at Bob Loblaw simply because I feel he has avoided any scrutiny up to this point.
Film Noir & JazzAnd I will tell you the skinny in return, see?. While I insist that I am a plain vanilla monster character in this game, I am far from innocent. In fact, I believe that I hold responsibility for McDohl's untimely demise.
Two
days ago, when Guild went on his backstage rampage, I was enthralled by his leadership. He was a man on a mission, and he had a plan to find the weretiger! It was such a drastic change from what normally happens in these games that I
knew that I just had to be a part. I wanted to believe that there was someone still focused on the one thing that could ruin everyone's day.
I knew he was trouble and that I probably would have ended up dead, but I needed to get into his inner circle. I had the
Seer's Glasses and if I could show to him the truth of one character, just one weretiger suspect that I might be part of something bigger than me...
So I put them on, and I gazed long and hard at McDohl. Like myself, he was plain; old-fashionned; a real nobody with a penchant for word-twisting. I told this to Guild, and he let the world know through the shadows, right along with all his wolf friends.
The master wolf needed a kill. He must have known that this man would not have tipped the scales in any way. There would be no rout of the vampires with the weretiger on the prowl. And for this one kill that must have happened, I was the fool who led
Nex to an easy no-risk kill.
But I'm not a werewolf, see? And I'm certainly no stinking vampire! I'm just a poor rockfella making his way through this deep, dark castle!