Wymar climbed out of his bed quite late. He hadn't gotten much sleep during the night. That's when the voices are the clearest, and also the most distracting. They urged him to find the killers.
When walking through the courtyard, he noticed the victims of the previous night. The dead werewolf was surprising, yet not discomforting. It seems the beast got slain when trying to bite the scholar, but got killed itself in the process.
He knew somebody was going to die. They voices told him so. And yet, it seemed like a curious turn of events. Such a dangerous foe, slain during the first night of the investigation. Well at least there won't be other werewolves around, unless he managed to bite someone prior to the investigations.
When he entered the main hall, he noticed that Traktor's, now wait, it says Thrakor's name, was struck through. Another dead man. Somebody must have been busy this night. Somebody who wasn't involved with the murder they were being accused of. Maybe they were overeager to clear their name, or they had a more sinister goal in mind.
Kinda funny really. The first two people who voted last day's lynchee were among the first dead. But it was clear that they had no malicious intent in doing so, and life might just have some twisted sense of humor.
Oh well, first some food. He packed a plate full of eggs and toast, but avoided the bacon. Who knows what the monk might've done to it.
"So, uh, Bill. You were kinda absent yesterday, if you know what I mean. And yet you voted for that man to die when he was already as good as dead. Mind telling us why?"