<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 planted his empty hand on his hip as the halfling spoke, frowning down at her. His other arm rested at his side, shield cocked to spread across his body in a way that kept the symbol emblazoned upon it on display. It was partially an intentional stance, as he wanted to keep the show of divine intervention he had recently conjured fresh in the minds of those present.<br/><br/>The youth remained silent as Torner spoke, gaze turning to the taller man. His words were admittedly surprising, causing Leigh's brows to arc high and his eyes to widen. Torner was making a fairly cohesive argument and, on top of that, tossed out some information that was news to Leigh. The young cleric had known a bit about necromancers, but hadn't known so many details about the exact events. It changed the outlook on the situation just a bit.<br/><br/>Eventually, Leigh's gaze turned to the halfling woman again. He considered the situation for just a moment before speaking. "We have demonstrated that we are no friends to the undead. We just obliterated them before your very eyes. If what you say is true, and you are no friend to these monsters, then you clearly have nothing to fear from us." He spoke in a calm, even voice, hoping that the halfling might be willing to latch onto that given that his compatriots were laying on the rougher treatment. Part of him was still skeptical about the woman, but there would be time to scrutinize her more later. For now, they needed to convince her they weren't a threat and to offer up what she knew.<br/><br/>"Now, with that settled, would you please explain this situation? We might be able to help you, the farmer, and the city itself with... Whatever exactly is going on here." He planted his hand on his chest. "I am Leigh Mac Lochlainn of Juanpa. I am an adherent of Valkur, as my recent purging of those undead demonstrated, and am therefore expected to provide charity to those down on their luck. You can trust me, and my comrades." He was hoping beyond hope that his allies' more imposing approach would put the halfling on the back foot and make her more willing to accept Leigh's attempts to get her to let the proverbial cat out of the bag.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Persuasion 13</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-09-27 19:29:05, Cula (uid: 63780) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125066)</div></div>