"Who can I vouch for?" muttered the cantankerous Remiel. "Hrm, well, let's see." He doffed his hat, swabbing his grimy forehead with a handkerchief while he leaned upon his shovel. "The fact is, I trust none of you bastards. If you're not actual lycanthropes, you're swindlers, thieves and ne'er-do-wells." He replaced his hat, surveying the surviving villagers with suspicion.
"Using reason, however, we can arrive at certain indisputable truths. The fact is that both Kyrsa and Xandi are now known to be werewolves. Logic, then, dictates that those who voted for either should necessarily be innocent, as monsters would not likely vote against monsters. Of all of us, there are only two who suspected either Kyrsa or Xandi: ThatRPGuy and Starlequin.
"Ergo, ThatRPGuy is the most trustworthy out of all of us. Starlequin, sadly, is no longer around. Who else, then, to vouch for?
"The first night there was a thwarted attack. This tells us next to nothing, except for Lord Mayerling's testimony. Either he is a fantastic actor and a liar, or else he is telling the truth, that he was the intended target of the werewolves, but escaped due to skill and chance. This makes me suspect that he is either the Guardian or the Healer. Either way, I think it is safe to vouch for Lord Mayerling."
His speech concluded, Remiel nodded to himself, and returned to his digging.