Redford fidgeted uncomfortable at Torner's exhortation, and even more so at the suggestion that he should be expected to burn the corpses which had so recently been fully ambulant. But it was obvious that he was not without a sense of simple honour. Besides which, there was also the clear evidence that whatever evil was afoot, it was best kept under the watchful gaze of these four mismatched heroes.<br/><br/>"I...I will keep this to myself," he said. "For now! The dead rise and the folk of the city must know of it. It confirms everything we've been hearing lately. I will say nothing of the halfling -"<em>he practically spat the word</em>"- but I'd be a fool not to share what else I saw today."<br/><br/>Redford summoned his son out and together they started gathering tools so that they could assembled the dead bodies for burning.<br/><br/>The halfling kept her distance from the farmer and clutched her staff close to herself. She seemed wary of the group of four also, but she also clearly knew where her bet ought to be hedged.<br/><br/>"What is there to the north east?" she asked. "I've come from the northern mountains already. I need somewhere quiet, but...I also believe I need to cross the sea and go east. If you can just take me somewhere quiet where I can listen, I am sure my patron will speak to me and let me know what I must do."