<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/>Leigh had taken Redford's words at face value, and his willingness to accept any help certainly benefited that. After all, he had quite an eclectic, but seemingly capable, group following in tow to his home. The youth imagined that some would find it quite easy to see any of them as trouble-makers, and at least not the sort you'd eagerly lead right back to your humble abode.<br/><br/>When they arrived upon the farm, Leigh was not wholly surprised to find that nothing seemed immediately amiss. After all, evil forces and blackhearted men liked to huddle among the shadows and make their presence hidden, when it benefited them. And it often did. He kept his gaze sharp as he followed Redford into the farmhouse, looking for anything threatening. His hand hovered near the warhammer on his belt, ready for danger should it show itself.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the farmhouse seemed secure. It gave him hopes that the farmer's son was still safe, wherever he was hiding. Leigh frowned as Redford pointed towards the windows, the curtains obscuring immediate vision of whatever might have been lurking out there. As he took a moment to consider what to do, he noticed Torner turning to leave. The youth blinked in surprise, not mustering a response before the taller man had stepped outside.<br/><br/>Well, that left him as the most durable-looking thing between the others and whatever happened to be out there. He was hardly the most experienced fighter, he thought to himself as he drew towards the window, but he'd rather get pounced by a monster than one of the women or the innocent farmer. With his left arm he slung his shield from his back, confident that the crudely-painted sigil on the front would aid in his protection. His right arm reached out to grab the curtain and toss it aside. He was ready for whatever awaited them.