The day - while passing significantly faster than the previous - had yielded very little in terms of discussion or suspects and as the Sun set; Boudica consulted the tally and found that five of the Magi before her were tieing with one vote apiece. The Magus Supremo wondered if she could try the exile spell on all of them at once, but determined that the risk of the Magi Mafiosi breaking free was too great.

Stumped she eyed the cowled figures of the potential candidates Thermal Mercury, Yoyoma1910, Sigurd, Lord Winter, Greyblades.

"BRING ME THE RHANDOME!" she squawked, and several minions rushed from the room, returning a few moments later straining below a cushion which was topped with a mighty glass orb.

A minion rushed over to Boudica who had been twittering into her journal "Randomly exile Mage unto the VOID" and pointed out that the mage known as Sigurd had signaled a change in his vote.

"Last minute change eh? - that may very well have saved your life"

Boudica consulted the tally. The Mage known as Greyblades now led with two votes.
As her eyes met his, the Mage leapt from his seat and bolted toward the fire exit at the far end of the room.

"Oh a runner eh? Pass me the dratted Power Point would you? Thanks."

Boudica lifted the unwieldy wand and made a stabbing motion in the direction of Greyblades' rapidly retreating form.

The was a swooshing sound and the robed figure was spun over and over - several times smashing his face into the underside of the mezzanine floor and through the hall until he landed in a pile at Boudicas' feet.

Quick as a flash Boudica snared the Mage with the Mystical Spreadsheet and fired up the parchment of Word.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" the Mafiosi screamed; as Greyblades was sent hurling into the cone of purple light
"THIS ONE IS FRESHLY TURNED, BUT HE IS OUR OWN! CURSE YOOOUUUUUU!"

The hellish figures spiralled and looped through the nothingness and Boudica smirked to herself as she derived the true meaning from the Mafiosi's words.

"Time to get busy people. Seems Greyblades there wasn't the mafiosi we were looking for - but it's a good job we found him. The traitor is still in our midst, but surely we have him in our sights now! Be vigilant! Sleep well..and " The ancient crone smacked her prune-like lips "...if you'd care to join me in the Penthouse hot tub - the door will be on the latch!"

ALIVE:
ReenkRoink
Captain Blackadder
pevergreen
Quintus JC
A Very Super Market
The Flax
Yoyoma1910
Thermal Mercury / 777Ares777
Lord Winter
Sigurd

CAST INTO THE VOID:
Psychonaut
Greyblades

KILLED:
Shinseikhaan

Night 3 has begun. It will end in roughly 24 hours. Orders to me please.