[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#008b8b]"Really, though, you have so much trouble with it when [i]Tyaethe[/i] doesn't have a single issue. Isn't that backwards?"[/color]

They had stepped into the room where the others had gathered just in time to catch the end of what Arken and Fiadh had to say, Fionn wisely pulling up the [i]rear[/i] so that she didn't cut herself off in excitement on seeing him. At least to Renar's benefit, it kept Fionn from speculating that the illegitimate nobleman's unwillingness to acknowledge the reality of the situation was based in his desire to play the expedient, opportunistic matchmaker for his fellow knights—although the odds were good that Renar wouldn't have any problem admitting to such, anyways. He'd never been particularly shy about his various schemes and plans for advancement.

Fionn's attention immediately fell to the circle scribed upon the floor, which Fiadh had been as yet unable to pass, glancing over at the...

...Surprisingly blushing Gertrude. He frowned. [color=#008b8b]"Didn't I tell you to behave yourself? Why would you pile in all of these sweets and not even let her get to them, anyways..."[/color] His frown deepened looking at the circle again. [color=#008b8b]"I should be able to just smudge some of these lines and she'll be good to get out of it, right?"[/color]

It appeared that Renar's question had been missed entirely.