THATBENNYGUY'S PROFILE

author=Yellow Magic
Frustrated at the current situation, I can't help but break my silence: "Blackjack? At a time like this? What is wrong with you people?"

Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
I apologize, Ms. Lee, it's just that some of us are feeling the tension right now and need a small piece of recreation to relax. None of us like the idea of a murderer being in the midst of us, but I think that, over time, more clues will become available, and eventually we will be able to rest easy again, knowing that we are safe because the killer is behind bars once and for all.

That said, you mentioned something about "breaking silence", Ms. Lee. Would you mind answering (and I do mean this oh so kindly), why you were silenced in the first place? It wasn't the doings of the kind magician Fevell, was it? Or some other strange incantation/curse you feel has been bestowed upon your personage?

author=Marrend

author=Avee
Marrend, there is no starting position in your submission :(

After the main testing was done, I figured that the main game wouldn't start with my map anyway. So, I removed it. I dunno. Seemed the right thing to do. If it's really a huge issue to not be able to play my map before this releases, I might be convinced to upload a playable version into my locker.

Since it is a requirement that you specify the starting position in your README file anyway, the actual starting position doesn't matter, as Kentona is going to remove it when he collaborates this all together anyway. All he needs to know is the coordinates of the entrance and exit, and that's it.

Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"That is a shame, Fevell, since I would have much liked to see you two play blackjack tonight. Say, what about a game of poker in the morning? I mean, no money involved of course. A sad day it would be for the Chief Steward to be found gambling on premises. With passengers, too! But I assume that regular chips will be more than fine."

author=Archeia_Nessiah
I nod and sigh, "I wonder...Why did they have to leave the kid here? I mean, I'm sure the father would rather have his kid away from here."

I eye at the exit doors suspiciously trying to find a reason. "They can't be suspecting the kid as a murderer, right?"

Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"That would be a horrible sensation, Sire," I dryly comment to Mr. Fevell. "There isn't much room for error, is there, though? I mean, technically, a boy could have wielded a small mace or candlestick... but to strike it with such strength would require much more force, more than that boy's got in his entire body. Poor child.

And on that note, I must fetch some supper for him. After that, I shall retire to my quarters and catch a nod or two before breakfast. 'Tis a shame that this has to be your trapped lodgings, sire, but I do hope our maids have secured the best lodgings for you all. Good night, magician."

#nolynch

I look at my guest list and see that everyone is present and accounted for. I make mental notes as to their roles and names, along with their temperaments, but I choose to scribble them down in a moment of haste. I then realize that this guest list will have to be for my own personal use, for I did not recognize a single name by face.

Steward's Guest List: