I didn't find out why until the next morning,when I was looking for my underwear. It was gone, Brianne. All gone.When we went to clean up the remains ...f the bonfire, I noticed burntscraps of clothing which...turned out to be my underwear. All mypanties, all my bras. Just fucking gone."Brianne now had a look of sympathy on her face. "I'm so sorry, MadameNoble." That bastard Brock had the audacity to suggest that I start doingstripteases whenever the counselors weren't around," Rita's. "I thanked him as he walked forward and left. I looked at the mountains for a while, until the blowing snow obscured the view. It looked bitterly cold outside. It felt nice to be inside the train, cozy... I had a light snack from my backpack, watched the storm, did a bit of reading. The rhythmic clack of the wheels on the rails was very soothing. I decided to sack out.The train dimmed the interior lights in the late evening. I was asleep for a long while, and then in the dead of night I heard. “Not me. I got my information from ... someone else.” Technically true, if misleading. “It was easier to call me a seer, because explaining how I know what I do is ... complicated. It’s a long story and I can’t tell you all of it.” When Carver scowled, I held up my hand. “I said can’t, not won’t. Some of the things I know are dangerous, or aren’t my secrets to tell. Suffice it to say, I learned about the defeat at Ostagar and some of the things that would happen during the Blight – and then. And against a witch, neither medicine nor benedictions will help. But, suddenly and unexpectedly, when he was needed most, the torturer has died. Maybe he died from a heart attack, or maybe he fell down the stairs of his house in a drunken stupor and broke his neck, but now he is dead, and the town is in dire need of a replacement, and has sent a petition to the court, stressing the urgency, asking for the appointment of a new torturer. He will be sent to them soon, they were relieved to be.