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

Far be it for Renar to think this a [i]simple[/i] affair, but felling Rozenalt was at least a task that was theoretically achievable. Better than the worst case scenarios he'd feared, such as somehow routing the Hunt or finding a way to achieve the impossible task of slaying them.

According to Tyaethe, she'd nearly killed Rozenalt already once upon a time. Both good and bad. Good in that they knew this task was doable. Bad in that Rozenalt had to have learned from that encounter. He'd surely be far more prepared to face the vampire in open combat this time. 

Judging by her overall approach to this, Renar doubted Tyaethe would appreciate any interference in the duel she wanted. He [i]could[/i] wait to see if she succeeded or not, and then step in. But that was leaving too much to chance. Regardless of her demeanor, Dame Tyaethe was the single mightiest asset the order had. Risking her unnecessarily was beyond foolish. However he was to interfere, there would only be one chance. [i]If[/i] there was a chance. The Roses' order of battle was accounting for the rest of the Hunt staying active during the duel. 

If Lein were here, Renar would have approached him first. Alas. Instead, he sidled on up next to Rolan and Gertrude as they marched, the two already conveniently speaking to each other. The goddesses did grant him serendipity in some cases after all.

[color=ff5000][b]"Sir Rolan, Gertrude. A word?"[/b][/color] He spoke quietly, knowing at least one of the two, and likely both, would understand the urgency of not being overheard. [color=ff5000][b]"We know our objective, and how it's [i]supposed[/i] to be achieved. But I would hedge our bets, so to speak. The two of you have the best opportunity to interfere from a distance, and there'll only be once chance before [i]either side[/i] knows what we're up to. Do I have your agreement to try to guarantee Dame Tyaethe's success?"[/b][/color]