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

So brute force [i]was[/i] an option, albeit a highly costly one. For one, it'd defeat the purpose of why they would bother in the first place. Renar mused about the situation as they marched through the forest, though not without rolling his eyes beneath his helm at Gertrude and Tyaethe's byplay. Or rather, Gertrude's ineffectual verbal flailing. Honestly, the girl was making the rest of them look like idiots for deigning to tolerate this nonsense. In front of a court representative, no less. 

Renar took it upon himself to run damage control, of course. He sidled next to Lord Arken as they walked on, leaning forward to murmur quietly, out of Gertrude's earshot in particular.

[color=ff5000][b]"Our apologies for your having to endure Lady Gertrude's antics. Her entry into the ranks came at the recommendation of a trusted ally, and she's not quite adjusted to military discipline yet."[/b][/color]

Moments later, his poleaxe was already raised as he felt the same presence as everyone else, falling back to defend the rear guard, considering he'd already been close to the position as it was. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Already there, Fionn."[/b][/color] Came the easy reply to the inquiry. [color=ff5000][b]"Sun and Moon willing, you or Fiadh recognize what we're facing. I don't much fancy dealing with even more unknown elements today."[/b][/color]