Darius leaned back in his chair as he listened to Ssarak, drinking from his mug as he did so. When he was asked about himself he smiled. There were two types soldiers in his opinion. Those that didn't care to know about their comrades, and the ones who did, and it seemed like Ssarak was the latter. Most of the time, Darius couldn't care less about the people he was working with. Sure, he'd help them if they needed it on the battlefield. He just didn't want to know every detail of their life. 

"We can do that." Darius spread his arms out. "Ask your questions and I will answer them, or not. It depends." He leaned forward. "Question for question, then? Since you brought it up, you can ask first."

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[center][b]Leith Calder[/b][/center]

Leith glanced between the undead and the house as he got ready for Mar's answer. He didn't get one, however, because Althalus answered it for her by running up to them and offering to take his place. The shrieking didn't catch Leith off guard this time, so the only indication that it happened was a small wince. He nodded and hurried towards the house. 

Once inside, Leith scanned the room for anything that could be used to barricade the door, grabbing any he found and dragging them to next to the door. Looking outside, he saw that Mar and Althalus were slowly fighting their way to the house. Once they were both inside, he winced at the way Althalus entered, he pushed a sturdy-looking bookshelf followed by a stack of assorted furniture in front of the door. He turned around and saw Mar raised up and looking down at Althalus. 

"Hey!" Leith shouted at them. "Not the time. We should probably go help Grey. He's up against what seems to be a master-level Necromancer. I'm still not sure how that's possible, he's just a kid..." He frowned as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other "Is it absolutely necessary for the kid to die to stop them?" he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the door. "Wouldn't being unconscious do the trick?"