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

[color=ff5000][b]"Indeed. For all that Gerard and Fionn despised them, that lot died as easily as any other mercenary I've come across. There's little point in atrocities without generating an advantage, and considering the strength of the Boars we fought..."[/b][/color] He shrugged, idly observing the varying portraits of Tyaethe over the decades. Goddesses above, why did they even bother? The vampire would continue to be the same ten years from now, twenty, fifty. Actually, a better question was why Tyaethe deigned to actually sit for all of these. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Well, if I'm to consign myself to the darkness when I die, I'd at least have liked to actually accomplished something in life. Without that, one might as well leave their soul lily-white."[/b][/color]

[b]"What are you two whispering about?"[/b] Elias called over from a distance away, having noticed the two having a furtive conversation. 

[color=ff5000][b]"I'm trying to gauge if she has any interest in a betrothal with you."[/b][/color] Renar shot back instantly, causing his brother to flush. [color=ff5000][b]"You're only two, three years apart in age, after all."[/b][/color]


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