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

Somehow, Gerard and Rolan had blundered their way into making more progress than the rest of them in the same span of time. It would have been galling, if Renar had any cause to dislike either of them. As it stood, he was just relieved that they were finally getting [i]somewhere[/i] with this entire sordid mess. 

Regardless, as Fanilly's hair grew and spun out of control, Renar decided he hated the fae unequivocally. Their motives were inscrutable and insane. Anyone he didn't understand was someone he couldn't work around. To try to wrap his head around their mentality was the equivalent of putting up a barricade against a tidal wave: there was little point in standing in the path of nature and impulse. The rules weren't just arbitrary, they were nonsensical. 

Truly, Fionn was a damned hero for somehow being capable of sorting even a portion of this out. Nonetheless, Renar stayed out of the conversation for the time being, leaving the matter to the aforementioned as he quietly observed, just waiting for yet another thing to go wrong.