[Noct isn't wrong, though it makes him grimace. He understands by now how this game is played, though. He gets it, because--]

'Tis one of us.

[...]

One of us who chooses who goes in the stocks. There would be no point behind the Sheriff doing do. The drama, however, of having one of our own putting us there...

[... Fuck.]

And this person plays right into it, and chooses those who cannot defend themselves.