Act II: Ill Fortunes (Part 2, the morning after)

"It is your group after all, so I know I won't have much of a say, but personally, I'd prefer to see a peaceful solution which will limit the amount of bloodshed. If we can convince the werewolves to stop attacking the villagers, as evil as they might be, I think we should take that opportunity. After all, once Strahd is dealt with, hopefully this valley will be opened to the rest of the world, so it should not be too difficult for the villagers to find and hire mercenaries if the werewolves refuse to honor their end of the bargain..."

"Let's put it to a vote then. Do we attempt to repair relations and make allies of the wolf kind, or do we slay these three of them and take on their entire tribe as additional enemies to keep?"

"If a peaceful accord can be reached then that would be my fervent my wish as well. But do you really believe we can reason with them? We've tried with these three."

"I say we kill them."

"I say we try to find a peaceful solution."

"And they have stated a willingness to attempt to reach such a resolution. I vote for gaining of an ally in the war against strahd. If they will not see reason then we can reassess from there."

Ujjaya says nothing more but nods thoughtfully at Roland.

Outraged at the shift for diplomacy, Durgrim scowls at both Roland and the werewolves. "I'll be damned by Torag before I let evil free to hunt innocents." Nodding at Ujjaya's words he douses his temper somewhat. "Aye, Brother. I share yer sentiment. We honor life, but any honor they deserve is long void, I say we put the hammer to them."

Darren shakes his head, "I'm sorry, brother, but I will not suffer them to live. The punishment for what they've done is death," he says sadly, "I wish there were another way, but they can't be trusted. Any deaths that occurred from allowing them to live would be on us."

"So be it. Any death that befalls from their retribution and not convincing them to stop protecting strahd are now on us too."

Roland calmly walks over to the captives and puts a single silver bullet into the base of each's brain stem.

Darren kneels before each corpse, praying that their souls are guided properly in the afterlife. Once he's done, he stands and shakes his head sadly, looking at Roland, "I wish that I could be sure that was the right choice..." he says and moves a short distance away to be alone and keep watch.

"Right or not, it's what the group voted for. Now let's not put it to waste."

Roland searches the bodies for anything of use.

"The weapons and armor do me no good. You all can have them. I do need some gold as I have none."

Ujjaya takes as many arrows as he can comfortably carry.

"Everything we cannot carry ourselves can go on the cart to be distributed or sold in town."

Veroth shakes his head as he listens from the edge, refusing to participate in the trial. The was no right choice, only a just one.