Of course, no party is complete without dancing! The chests were opened to reveal a large stock of pipe weed, ale and snacks. Kiralynn announced the beginning of the solve-a-mystery event. Chief Investigator Eliwren introduced the mystery and the suspects. Two paper mache trolls had been set up at the front door of Mr. Umbridge’s house overnight. When he discovered them in the early morning, he thought they were real and took a fright. He fell down the stairs, twist an ankle, and hit his head. After he was taken to a healer, he identified four suspects as the likely culprits — Glingil, Mivenir, Yahr and Mundagar. Investigators were tasked with determining which had perpetrated the prank.

Road Warden Dellphinia helped investigators find each of the suspect’s homes. Here is the house of Glingil, elf painter and cartographer. Glingil answered questions and sang a song to show her love of wildlife. She hated Mr. Umbridge because he hunted and fished to excess, decorating his house with gruesome trophies and bragging about it in public. Glingil’s paint had gone missing the night before.

She sprang into sight at the end of her leaping,
And peered all around her, and listened for sound.
With delicate nostrils she touches the water,
And silvery circles start gliding around.
A mystery glistens from deep in her brown eyes.
I know she will suffer. She’ll perish, I know.
I feel I am living the myth of the maiden
Who back in the old times turned into a doe.
The moonlight reflected with cherry tree blossoms
Her fairylike presence, a radiant spot.
If only the hunter’s old fingers were tired,
If only he bungled and blundered the shot!
But there was a twanging. She knelt on the pebbles,
She gazed at the stars for a final adieu,
And fell in the water, with blood rushing downstream,
A last intimation to places she knew.
This is the house of Mivenir, woman poulterer (chicken farmer). She also had a strong dislike of Mr. Umbridge because he allowed his hunting hound to run loose in the neighborhood, occasionally savaging her chickens. Rolls of chicken wire had been stolen from Mivenir’s home during the night. As you can see, Mivenir was quite angry and wise investigators kept their distance.

Here we are at the house of Yahr, dwarf scholar and explorer. He had an axe to grind with Mr. Umbridge because the man often mocked him for being short, wimpy and intellectual. Yahr’s wagon had been used to transport the fake stone trolls. Clever investigators discovered the lyrics to a song he wrote mocking his mean neighbor.

When I was a young man and no one took umbrage
I couldn’t ask aught that the ladies denied,
I hunted the forests and often the taverns
And never spoke love but I knew that I lied.
But I said to myself, Ah, they none of them know
The secret I shelter and savor and save,
I wait for the one who will see through my seeming,
I’ll know when I love by the way I behave.
The years drifted over like clouds in the heavens
The ladies went by me like snow on the wind,
I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled
And I played them for sport and quite often I sinned.
But I said to myself, Ah, they none of them see
There’s a part of me pure as the whisk of a wave.
My lady is late but she’ll find I’ve been faithful,
I’ll know when I love by the way I behave.
At last came a lady both knowing and tender
Saying you’re not at all what they take you to be,
I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking
So she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea.
I say to myself when there’s time for a word
As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved,
Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger
And I knew whom I loved by the way I behaved!