Up to the tree they ride, and Lambert can’t help but frown when they get there. Because that man looks pretty damn dead to him — he can’t hear any soft struggles for breath or see even the barest twitch of movement.

What does catch his attention is what the man has been hanged by.

“Did this poor bastard piss off some fae, too?” he asks, already unsheathing his sword in preparation to cut him down. “Because this doesn’t look like a human did it.”