As Ragsy stalked her way through the tall maize, she got the distinct impression that the halfling would not have reacted whether she had employed stealth or not.<br/><br/><em>Perception success.</em><br/><br/>With a closer view, she could tell that the halfling was indeed alone; there was no indication of any traps or anyone else lying in wait nearby. Moreover, she could see that the halfling was indeed definitely that - not a decoy or a model. Even though she was completely still, the subtle signs of life where there - a hint of breath and the colour in her skin. It were as though the small woman was in deep meditation.<br/><br/>At first, the halfling gave no response to Leigh's voice, but the sound of Torner's sword being drawn seemed to be enough to rouse her from her concentration. She turned her head very slightly, glancing at Torner, then set her gaze forward again and answered Leigh without looking at him.<br/><br/>"Leave me alone," she said. "I am communing with powers great and terrible."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Leigh: Perception 26</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-09-15 04:51:07, Leigh (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124825) - SUCCESS</div></div><br/><br/>Despite the halfling's defiant words, Leigh picked up a slight choke in her voice, as though she might have been crying. She closed her eyes tightly as though returning to her contemplation of whatever it was she was contemplating, though there was an annoyed, distracted scowl on her face now.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Inside the farmhouse, Redford's son groaned and slowly opened his eyes, pushing his hat up his head as he lifted his gaze. As soon as he beheld the half-orc he jolted in his chair and fumbled his words.<br/><br/>"What...what's going on? Who are you?"<br/><br/>"Settle down, Kremmel," Redford reassured the lad. "It's just some people from the port who are going to sort out our little problem."<br/><br/>"Oh," Kremmel yawned and reclined in his chair. "Still out there, is she? Weird. Guess I can't put the scarecrow up yet, then."<br/><br/>"No, not yet," Redford answered gruffly. "But you can make yourself useful and feed the hens. Go on, move your lazy backside. I'm not having you sleeping all day just because you can't do one thing."<br/><br/>Kemmel smirked at Mirish's question and shrugged his shoulders. "<em>Everyone's</em>speaking of necromancy these days. You know how people are. Once they get an idea in their heads, that's their explanation for everything. Bad crop? Necromancers! Strange smell in the pantry? Necromancers! Bread comes out of the oven slightly burned? Necromancers!"<br/><br/>He craned his neck towards the window and hummed to himself. "But this halfling...yeah, you have to admit that's strange. Hopefully your friends have it gone soon. Ugh...then I'll have to get back to work, won't I."