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

In the end, his training had amounted to dodging a single spurt of dragon's fire before trying to tear into Thrinax's wing as best he could. But they won, and he'd made a decent accounting of himself. Perhaps those two brothers weren't idiots, after all. Or at least Parvan. The jury was still out on Edwin. Renar grumbled briefly as Thrinax caught him out of his lethal fall. What was the point? From this height, it would have been but a moment of pain, followed by his return.

...Perhaps he was spending too much time in Merilla's realm, if the thought of imminent death was only met with annoyance and inconvenience now.

Unlike Gerard and Fleuri, Renar didn't quite have much of a problem with the [i]concept[/i] of being bound under a geas. After all, he understood the value of secrecy. He lauded it, even. A geas only made sense. There was very little point in advertising what the Knight Witch could do. Plus, Renar himself wasn't exactly inclined to claim that it was Parvan the Shooting Star and [i]Edwin the Traitor[/i] behind his sudden improvement. 

From what Fionn had mentioned in his mad mountain man ramblings over the past two years, a voluntary geas meant only that the party in question was simply magically compelled to not speak of the subject. If this was the sort with a punishment clause, he'd be taking far more of an issue with the entire matter.

[color=ff5000][b]"I see no reason to decline."[/b][/color] Renar folded his arms, sounding almost [i]approving[/i] of the entire proceeding. [color=ff5000][b]"I've no reason to speak of the Founder Knights to begin with, and so long as this is a voluntary geas, the clauses aren't quite so arduous. Quite right of you to hedge your bets, though. I daresay I'd do the same in your place, should I know your reasons for secrecy."[/b][/color]