Bryn Shander doesn't put pregnant women or children in their lottery. Okto knows that to be true, as it's a common source of controversy in Targos which doesn't have the same exemption. Some men in Targos say that Bryn Shander has made a mistake and that it's a policy that's unfair to adult men - although never within frying-pan-distance of Ma. But Okto's never heard the priestess of Auril condemn Bryn Shander's lottery exemptions.
Is Targos's lottery rigged? There are rumours - but Targos is an enclosed town, and rumourmongery is to be expected.
But who did Sephek take from Targos? Those with connected and wealthy families, like Eva, the daughter of the last speaker. The first lottery selected Giandro's wife; he would have done anything, paid anything, to prevent his daughter from meeting the same fate.
Easthaven? Who knows?! The place has a reputation for being a den of thieves anyway.
Torrga's story explains known facts and doesn't contradict anything.
Torrga watches Okto watching her. She flashes her eyebrows.
"Yes, deary. It's making sense now, isn't it?
Murder was Sephek's thing - not Torrga's. Cold Sephek frightened poor old Torrga with his icy glares, but he frightened people we stopped on the road too.
Torrga just wanted gold. There's no profit in death, deary."
She licks her lips and leans forward as far as her bonds allow.
"Would you like to know who's fixing the lottery, deary? And who's behind it? Maybe what else they're planning?
Perhaps you want to know the leader of Sephek's twisted little church? Yes, deary, Torrga hears things, and Torrga sees things. Perhaps you don't care about the lottery, but Torrga wagers you'd like to see the end of extra killings.
Torrga's right, isn't she, deary?"
She nods at her axe.
"Agree to let Torrga go and let Torrga take her axe to protect herself against the yetis and crag cats. You'd be sentencing poor Torrga to death without her axe, deary.
If you all agree to that, then Torrga will tell you everything, and you'll never see Torrga again.
You'll know the words are true, deary. Torrga's words ring true like the chime of purest gold."
She smiles sweetly and bats her eyelids.
Okto sizes her up. Is it likely that this snake knows the affairs of other criminals?
Damn it! It is.
Torrga Icevein