Damn and blast. A brief moment out to nip a drop of Irish and Starlequin returned to see even more trouble brewin' then when he'd left. One he trusted was on the ropes, another he<em>wanted</em>to trust about join them. He felt rotten for even thinking of his next move, especially after the kindness of a friend had already kept him off the pile, but there was little for it. The man bowed his head and scratched another vote in the dust with his stick, hoping desperately that his judgement would prove wiser than<strong>Torch</strong>'s.