It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals lingering on the fringes of town seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The town as a whole seems to be waiting and waiting for the execution.

A few moments later Ezio Auditore follows him out, leashed to him by a rope binding his hands but no blindfold around his eyes. He leads him to the middle of town and waits, hand holding the end of the rope. As Ezio requested, there is no hanging today.

He turns back to the town after, glancing at the few stray animals that have set up on the porches to watch. A crow nearby caws out from on top of the Saloon sign. The Sheriff looks to the hotel and a moment later, the bells on top of the church begin to ring. He calls out, louder than naturally possible,

"Execution time, folks! Hannibal Lecter has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."

And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco.

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