It all looked more like a holyday or a parade day, kids were running in the streets waiting impatietly for the show to start, vendors were selling sweets and sausages and a band was playing a happy tune, lines of confortable chairs had been set so the prominent people of the city would miss no detail of the hanging.

And then one of the officers made the announce "Dead man walking", seeing a dead man walking is not so uncommon in the streets of Drakesheath, though this one was not dead nor walking, Jeb O'Flannigan was brought to the scene in a dirty, creaking cart, his hands already tied up on his back, but he was looking insolent with his gaze up and the occational spitting at the angry crowd, he was looking indifferent to the verbal abuse and the bad food the crowd was casting at him, dear God, he was not repented at all by the way he was looking.

Constable Habsburg had to call up for silence with his hands up and the crowd finnally went silent, then The Constable started to read "Jebbediah O'Flannigan you had been found guilty of three counts of murder including your own brother's, as the law dictates in these cases you shall hang in the gallows, to verify your departure from this world we had asked the presence of Dr Walter Eggilson..."

"Just proceed with the execution you filthy British police, I spit in thou laws..." Jeb interupted earning himself a nudge with the baton of the policeman behind him and more verbal abuse from the crowd, once again the Constable had to require silence.

"Had the prisioner somehow survive the hanging he would be replaced in the gallows to assure his death, having saying I have naught further to add but God have mercy of thou soul, gentlemen proceed"

A batting of drums followed as the ropes were fitted tightly around his neck, The Constable symbollically raised his hand and the executioner held the lever that would release the trapdoor under Jeb's feet, they had omited the woolsack on the criminal's head by popular demand, the crowd was watching eagerly like they would with a beast trainer putting his head in a lion's jaws in the circus.

And then The Constable finally drop his hand the executioner pulled the lever and with a loud grasp noise Jeb was suspended on air pending from a rope on his neck, the crowd cheered and jeered as Jeb tryed to kick his legs free from the ropes restrainig him, somebody in the crowd mentioned that since his neck hadn't snap with the haul he would have to be strangled to death, it was painfully long, with his contorted face turning blue he still tryed to utter insults and blasphemies then he started to bleed like a cow in the slautherhouse, all right it was a bit too much for the children at these point and the crowd started asking for the 'mercy bullet' a shot in the head to swiften the death, The Constable knew this may happen, Jeb was a warewolf and warewolves can only be killed with silver, The Constable loaded his gun with a silver bullet, aimed at Jebs head and shoot, Jeb was dead.