<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gICaxXK.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Torner, the Hanged Man</strong></span></span></div><br/>The lack of forthcoming information was a source of momentary vexation for the tall man, but he let it pass with an exhalation. If the farmer accepted help from a greenskin then he surmised that the situation did indeed carry some legitimate menace. He was silent the rest of the way, and posed no further questions that would go without answers.<br/><br/>He expected something when they grew closer to the farm, and while it was a source of relief that nothing was immediately visibly untoward, it did allow for the possibility of an evil that was of a less substantial nature than his skillset equipped him to deal with. Not that it mattered: Torner was a man. Where there was evil, he opposed it. The code demanded it. To be able to stand in the mighty company of his ancestors unashamed demanded it. Torner demanded it of himself.<br/><br/>Within, after Redford explained, Torner took a glance at the rear window. He considered, briefly, taking a hatchet from his belt and using that to push aside one of the curtains to look cautiously without. Instead, he walked back out the way he came, and once he was outside he reached up to the great, worn his hilt of the massive blade across his back. Torner gave it a twist and then pulled it free to hand, hefting it with practiced ease. The blade was nothing special. There was no visible forger's mark, though Torner knew there was one on the tang. It was a good sword, but not the work of a master. Competently made by a man who knew his craft and what he was about, though. Good, stout steel that kept an edge well. No art had been lavished upon the sword at all. It was a ugly tool for an ugly craft. Mayhap today would be a day where Torner would get some work done.<br/><br/>So he walked around the back of the house and walked towards the wheat field. Whatever was out there, Torner would confront it head-on.