<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 sad to see it - men unwilling to stand when another needed them. But he understood. It was<em>hard</em>. He neither condemned, nor condoned. In the end, each man stood alone before the gods to answer for their life.<br/><br/>But he had little to spare for them. "Lead on then, good farmer." The tall blond male said with conviction that managed to show through the sinister tone of his shattered voice. It was in his eyes, too, and in the set of his jaw. His eyes flitted over the other three. They would stand against this 'evil' the farmer spoke of. It did Torner's heart some gladness.