<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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">As more of the situation came to light, the tension seemed to flow out of Leigh's body. Mostly to be replaced by a mixture of annoyance and relief. He quickly quelled the annoyance, at least. While part of him suspected the farmer may have been making a mountain out of a halfling, there was no danger in being too careful. There were few things a good sailor valued more than certainty.<br/><br/>Leigh kept gazing out the window for a moment before he looked to the others with a small, silent shrug. He turned to the back door and slipped out. He walked with an even, steady gait towards the edge of the field, keeping some distance between himself and the figure that he guessed and hoped was a halfling woman. The youth thought for a moment about the situation, and that it was fairly odd. He wondered if the figure had just been standing stock-still this whole time. The superstitious part of him felt that he couldn't really blame Farmer Redford for being unnerved.<br/><br/>But the more benevolent part of him knew that this woman might need help. Leigh waited for a moment, glancing about to his fellows, before he raised a hand to wave at her. "Hello? Miss? Do you need any help? If you are injured or hungry, I can offer aid." He called out in a calm, inviting voice that he hoped would set her at ease, rather than spook her. The Juanpan didn't exactly take the stealthy approach.</span>