"We-e-ell... what would you like to know about him...?" Rhonda hedged, almost cagily. "I mean... he was a bloke, you know...? Just a bloke..." Who'd tried to kill her with the Torture Curse, or drive her mad possibly -- and surprise surprise, that latter goal had almost been reached, after all... She bit her lip a little harder down, drawing a touch of blood now; it felt good, strangely - compared to the memory of the curse her brother had used upon her at least...