[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Necromancy? In the Cazt family's tomb? Well, at least whoever was behind this had some sort of political sense. The murmurings from the crowd aimed at the young Cazt girl certainly weren't particularly charitable. Or perhaps the perpetrator just had a sense of humor. Regardless, what Thaln's bluebloods thought of a traitor's child was of little interest to Renar. He empathized with her, of course. To be marked by the sins of one's progenitor was something he knew all too well. But she wasn't exactly of much political use to him, nor did they have any connection on a personal level. No point coming to her aid. 

Nevertheless, Renar retrieved his sword and slid it back into its sheathe before he saluted Fanilly once her orders were given. A choice between going to face the necromancer or guarding the royals, eh? The highest possible payoff for him would be if he were the one to slay the necromancer. But that was far from guaranteed. Staying back as a guard would pay more consistent dividends for his reputation at court, even if it meant having to endure being in proximity to Felix for that much longer. Now, how to spin this...?

[color=ff5000][b]"Then I'll volunteer as one of the guards, Captain, if we can't all go. I'd hate to deprive some of our fellows of delivering justice to enemies of the crown. We'll return shortly, then."[/b][/color] He chuckled as he fell in line with Fionn and Gerard on the way to the armory. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Can't very well leave the princess's newly appointed favorite knight to guard her on his lonesome, now can I?"[/b][/color] He leaned in to mutter to Fionn before observing Gerard. Wound as tightly as usual and likely overthinking the scope of his duties. Renar sighed, raising a hand to clap the former mercenary on the back. [color=ff5000][b]"Breathe. And try not to die. Good knights aren't disposable, and I'd hate to see who you'd be replaced by. Now let's see about borrowing some arms, yes?"[/b][/color] 

Within the armory, Renar quickly tucked on a gambeson and breastplate, as well as a pair of metal vambraces. There wasn't time for much else. As for armaments, he already had his sword and dagger. Still, there was something to be said for anti-armor. With that in mind, he tucked a flanged mace onto his belt before motioning for Fionn to follow him back to report in.