<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/>It felt as if the sudden peril had dispersed as suddenly as it began. Before Leigh knew it, the undead were vanquished and what seemed to be the most pressing danger had passed, in no small part thanks to the intervention of his guardian deity. The youth visibly contracted as he released a deep breath he had been holding in. "I've... I've never seen undead before! Alive, at least. Well... Not alive, but..." His voice was a mix of surprise, anxiety, and, surprisingly, confidence. After all, they had made short work of the risen dead.<br/><br/>And then his attention turned to the halfling woman and Ragsy as she came snapping and scolding out of the field. Leigh momentarily felt a pang of sympathy for the halfling as Mirish joined the archer to make a menacing wall of very unamused women. Though, to be fair, he was hardly very enthused with the situation, himself.<br/><br/>Leigh returned his warhammer to its place on his belt, though decided to keep his shield upon his arm. They had already been ambushed once, so he figured it was better to be safe than sorry. "What's going on, lady?" He joined into the interrogation of the halfling woman, though with a bit less brimstone and fire than Ragsy. He remembered hearing about some sort of 'good guard, bad guard' technique recently, and maybe that would prove effective. "It might be in your best interests to tell us, given we just showed we're opposed to those undead. If you're against them, then you're with us. And if you're not against them, do you really want to antagonize us?"