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

Brennan. Again. For the third time in as many months. Second time in two weeks. Evidently, this was some sort of cosmic joke. The mission objective was vague, as well. The lord of Brennan went mad? As much as Renar would like to have a man of such influence in their, well, his pocket should they manage to cure him, that still necessitated success in the first place. The Iron Rose were knights, not investigators or healers. 

Regardless, it was either follow along or openly defy orders. So following along it was. Unlike some of his compatriots, Renar had no problems riding. He pulled his mount up to where Sirs Rolan and Gerard were conversing, nodding to both.

[color=ff5000][b]"Sir Rolan. You know something of alchemical concoctions, yes?"[/b][/color] Renar began in a low tone, not wanting to be overheard. [color=ff5000][b]"I daresay both of us know there's very few [i]untraceable[/i] poisons. Worrying if it is one, but we can likely rule that avenue out, yes?"[/b][/color]

Really, the fact that Renar knew something of poison specifically was cause for concern when one was aware of his background.

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