[center][h2][color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall "Ren" Protego[/b][/color][/h2]
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[indent][color=DodgerBlue][b]"Piss off, [i]cunt.[/i]"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]It was unsurprising for[/color] [color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall Protego[/b][/color] [color=Silver]to be in a less than desirable disposition at the early hour. Disheveled ebony hair bounced along the sides of a youthful face as the young squire trudged down the stairwell, dismissing one of the servants who approached the boy about Maize. His idea of an expedition beyond the walls had been everything but the task of pampering the spoiled prince further, and with Maize being his liege lord, there had not even been a slither of a choice for him. Even through spending several weeks in preparation, the very thought of those idiotic lips belonging to Eli Estali served to piss him off.

What did they expect from him? A fake smile, showering them with giddy compliments and questions about the latest pair of extravagant pants to wear? Precisely speaking, they expected Ren to [i]die[/i] for these pompous nobles, serving as their front-line shields in the battles to come. And what were they to them, anyway? Expendable manpower? He knew well to look beyond the facade that was these people that he watched every day. If the young were not being sent to give their lives for the kingdom, he knew that the crown would not give a hoot about them. [i]Even those filthy sub-humans have a better chance of care than us.[/i]

With armor and cape black as night, Ren kept to his standard expression of derision, his arms folded over his chest as an armored finger tapped along the metal of his gauntlets. His footsteps echoed across the hallway, despite wearing ordinary boots. There were only a few positives in his assignment to the mission, and it was two things: rejoicing over the idea of cutting down the foes to come, and feeling the ocean breeze once they would sail off and be at sea. As his eyes scanned the lot that he would reluctantly share allegiance with, he figured that it would not be [i]that[/i] bad of an association, considering that there were some things that would be nice to take a gander at. [i]Or not,[/i] he withdrew his momentary episode of hormones, closing his eyes with a shake of his head. His taste for women did not include little girls like [i]some[/i] others, after all.

With his mind awry and attention elsewhere, Ren had simply strut past the group without a single word of acknowledgement. He kept to himself, a brief glance preceding over the sword resting at his belt before he stepped into the royal dining hall. Through habit, the squire took a seat at one of the far-off tables, seated by himself as his eyes caught sight of the party stepping inside. [i]No peace or quiet,[/i] he looked down to his plate of food, running the fork through its contents.

For whatever reason, Ren could not bring himself to take even a single bite. It was then that he took another look to the group amassing among the noble's table, drawing a heavy sigh. He dismissed his place, carrying the plate of food along the tip of his fingers and warily taking a seat at the end of the populated table. Continually stabbing into the eggs but feeling little of an appetite rise, the squire slammed an armored fist against the surface of the table, inadvertently and unintentionally directing the attention of the group.[/color]

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[color=DodgerBlue][b]"Maize will come soon,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ren spoke through the awkward situation with a neutral look, his blue eyes not looking at the members of the group for long before his attention returned to his food.[/color][/indent]