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

The serpent was dead, none of his own side were dead, and the clearing was peaceful again. Just another day in the charmed life of an Iron Rose Knight. While he still would have preferred wheeling and dealing backroom politics, Renar couldn't deny that there were perks to this life beyond just the prestige.

After all, without all the free and effective training he'd gotten just for being fortunate enough to be arbitrarily picked by the Knight-Captain these past few months, the Renar of but half a year ago would most certainly be dead by this point. Or at least gravely wounded. 

[color=ff5000][b]"This sword-swinging buffoon would appreciate a touch of gratitude for creating that opening for you."[/b][/color] Renar had walked closer towards the others just in time to pick up the gist of the conversation, deciding to smarmily chime in. Because why not rile the arrogant little mage up some more? [color=ff5000][b]"Unless you'd like to have a go at holding a beast's attention yourself next time. Wouldn't that be a sight to see?"[/b][/color] It was funny. With that said, he clapped a hand on Fionn's shoulder briefly before moving on to business.

[color=ff5000][b]"Right, then. Now for the matter at hand: how exactly do we find more fae? I confess I find the idea of simply going around broadcasting our intentions until someone deigns to answer to be somewhat inefficient."[/b][/color] And undignified. But if that was what it took...