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

[i]Oh goddesses oh [b]fuck[/b] this was pure comedy and he couldn't laugh-[/i]

Renar presented a completely straight, impassive face as Duke Thedric made an utter fool of himself, all the while howling on the inside. What a godsdamned [i]idiot[/i]! If there was one thing Renar took humor in, it was laughing at fools. And right now, the good Duke was the biggest fool of all. 

Still, they had a job to do here. Renar shoved all of his amusement at the situation into its own compartmentalized box and shoved it into the back of his mind, getting down to business as he considered the situation. Their new resident mage had already declared this to be the work of magic, and as much as Renar didn't trust her overall reliability, he had no reason to believe she didn't know what she was talking about when it came to the arcane. Fey or demonic, then? Well, this was something of an easy first choice, in that case.

[color=ff5000][b]"We can determine whether or not it's one of those rather quickly, can't we?"[/b][/color] He turned to Fionn, patiently waiting for him to stop playing along before continuing. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Fionn, how much contact do you have with your...special friend? I'd imagine she could clear up whether or not this was fey influence."[/b][/color]

[@Octo] [@The Otter]