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

What a fine mess this all was. The entire Edwin debacle still had Renar at least moderately put out with Merillia, but he'd be a fool to turn down training from a living legend over wounded pride. The apparent mages being literally dumped on top of them was hardly his problem: they'd either hopefully prove to be useful or be left behind. If they couldn't die in here, there was little point in covering for dead weight. 

He dutifully fell in line as Fanilly gave her orders, shouldering his poleaxe. The girl could have stood to be more decisive, but even he wasn't completely unfazed by what was going on here. So the captain deserved that much of an allowance, at least. The use of Candaeln's appearance was hardly surprising. Familiar ground for both Merillia and the current Iron Rose. Cyrus the Hammer was at least somewhat more of a surprise. 

Renar frowned. He'd been hoping for Edwin. Not out of some sense of justice for condemning a man for a crime where the sentence had been executed, but simply because the miserable, foolish [i]prick[/i], or at least his fascimile, had utterly humiliated him while having the gall to espouse utter nonsense. As a good friend, he let Fionn have his little moment of byplay with Cyrus before there was an opening in the conversation for him.

[color=ff5000][b]"This is all very well and good, but shall we get to the point?"[/b][/color] Renar slammed the butt of his poleaxe into the ground. [color=ff5000][b]"Are you to be our first trial, or simply observing?"[/b][/color] There was little point in being polite to a dead man. Even less so if his theory was correct and this wasn't the [i]real[/i] Cyrus. Renar may not have known too much of magical theory, but if the Knight-Witch could actually conjure the spirits of the dead, even in dreams, Tyaethe would have far fewer emotional burdens than the ones she was ever so determined to have drag her down.