<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Leigh Mac Lochlainn</span></strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/M6Lf9xW.jpg)</div><br/>Half a mile. That wasn't too bad, as far as Leigh was concerned. Even if his chain was being yanked, he could easily consider walking half a mile out and then half a mile back a nice, relaxing walk. Not that he expected Redford to be misleading the group. He seemed frazzled enough to be telling the truth.<br/><br/>The mentions of dark sorcery caused his brow to furrow, only furthered by 'neproclancy.' He could gather what the man actually meant, and it was nothing but trouble. It was rare, true, but that didn't make it any less dangerous or malevolent. If the farmer was telling the truth, they would need to fix it as soon as possible. Half a mile suddenly felt just a little bit longer.<br/><br/>Leigh followed right along behind Redford, mulling over the situation. Eventually, he spoke up. "If it truly is necromancy, rest assured that I am well-equipped for that situation. Valkur has blessed me with magic that will avail us against the undead, if they happen to be there. If we trust in each other, we'll be able to hold fast, vanquish whatever creatures might be there, and save the farmer's son." He offered that reassurance up before anything else, hoping to set the farmer at ease, and possibly the rest of the group that might not wish to face the restless dead.<br/><br/>"But, yes, tell us about what you have seen, sir. What prompted you to seek aid?" Leigh's tone was clearly filled with a mix of professionalism and actual, genuine curiosity, perhaps more of the latter. He was hardly the most experienced slayer of evils.