Sam watched from a distance, as everyone gathered at the lumberjack's home. He was one of the first that found the body. He wasn't disgusted by it, as he was used to seeing bodies, although not from humans. He had killed multiple animals for things like leather for some stuff he made back at the blacksmith. However, a human, murdered in cold blood, he couldn't stand that, so he kept his distance. He was probably the one who recognised the axe better then anyone else. After all, his father made it for the man shortly after he arived in the town. It was a masterpiece, used for a horrible crime. 

Someone had to pay for this, that was for sure. But who? He looked at the people. The killer was probably one of them. After all, the killer would most likely return to the crime to watch his creation in full light. He didn't want to, but it looked like there was no choice: he and the other people of the town needed to lynch someone and hope that person was the killer. He would watch some more, then pick someone that would act suspiciously.