<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 watched with some poorly-concealed skepticism as the halfling spoke of her 'patron'. She was being rather vague about it, and Leigh had never troubled himself to learn of any sort of outsiders, such as they fey or fiends, much less something that existed beyond them. He was unsure if she was telling the truth, or merely telling what she believed to be the truth. Further, he was unsure whether to make a comment or hold his tongue.<br/><br/>Ragsy's question received a nod of agreement from Leigh. "Yes, what is your name? And after we learn that, perhaps you can tell us more about what you know of this whole situation. You've been very vague so far about... Well, everything, really. Clearly we are not arrayed against each other. Even if you don't want to think of us as allies, you must hate the undead more. What is it they say about the enemy of my enemy?" The young cleric was still trying to take a more diplomatic approach. He was getting impatient about the continued lack of explanation. As both a sailor and a devout followed of a tempestuous god of storms, Leigh was always one to favor a direct approach.