<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/>Torner was surprised to see a halfling in the field. He was not terribly familiar with the diminutive race - they had something of a reputation for being thieves and the like, but Torner was not a man to put much stock in those sorts of things. At least, he tried to be. It was difficult to overcome the prejudices of the culture that raised you. But he had little credible reason to think that this individual was some sort of sinister harbinger of doom.<br/><br/>He cocked his head to one side, and then another. He stood beside Leigh as the other waved and addressed the halfling woman. The big man hefted his blade and balanced it across one shoulder, brows furrowed. He declined to speak, lest his sinister voice exacerbate whatever was going on with the female halfling.