The small valley encampment of prospectors has been peaceful enough. The workers are hard and honest workers, and there is very little in the way of thievery, debauchery or drunkeness. The gold mine does not yeild enough to send anyone on their way to Bel Aire or anything, however it does help eck out a modest living for those who work there. All this ended with a tragic accident, the mine collapsed! Several people were trapped for a short time, but no one was permanately harmed. This collapse opened up a huge chasm in an unexpolred area. Everyone was excited to begin mining this untaped resource....until......... You are all tucked into your bunks for the night, everyone sleeping in a seperate tent. Suddenly an extreemly loud growl fills the night, way to close for comfort. You cower under your blankets in fear, slightly guilt-ridden for you cowardice. However, in the morning your fears are justified. The foreman, DarthFerret, does not come out of his tent to issue the days work schedule. In fact, upon closer examination, you find him to be partially eaten. This is enough of a shocker, when you notice scrawled on one of the tent walls..the word.... "WEREWOL" with a line trailing down the side of the wall. It is safe to assume there is a werewolf among you. The only recourse is to hang one person a day, and hope you can ferret out the source of this scourge. Ok.....Go!!!!!