"I have no wish to endear myself to farmers or citizens," the halfling scoffed, although as Torner cast a hand over the bodied of the undead she seemed to begin to see his point.<br/><br/>A door was heard opening back at the house. A suitable pause had been left and it seemed that Farmer Redford had now found the courage to emerge and find out exactly what was happening. His fear was apparent in his tentative footsteps. The halfling narrowed her eyes as she looked past the party towards the farmer.<br/><br/>"I have nothing to do with necromancy," she said. "My goal is power which exists beyond even the heavens. I've no interest in lording power over what rots in the ground."<br/><br/>Redford now seemed persuaded that the threat was gone and was approaching the group with his arms waving about.<br/><br/>"Did you see what happened!" He exclaimed. "Well..of course you did, and if you hadn't been here to vanquish them...gah! Well, what are you waiting for! Slay the little witch before she summons more of them!"<br/><br/>The halfling went wide-eyed and looked about, realising the severity of her predicament.<br/><br/>"Very well," she said. "We should leave. But I don't know where else to go. I need somewhere quiet, where I can listen."<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes at Redford once again, and added, "And where simple, superstitious farmers won't come making wild threats."