[center][h2][color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall "Ren" Protego[/b][/color][/h2]
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[indent][color=Silver]Ren had scowled for the moment that Maize ruffled a hand through his shaggy hair, and looked on as the knight took to the center of the gathering. While they had been meant to travel rather lightly, armor remained as a valuable component to any soldier's equipment, taking note of the knight's variation; plate mail adorned the right side of the man's body from shoulderblade to boot, the thick layer of gambeson protruding along the cracks and lingering underneath of the crimson cape along his left side. The shield on his back would serve as his front line of defense and, through the flexibility of his left arm, an offensive counterpart.

[i]Expected nothing less from the Dauntless,[/i] Ren thought to himself, setting his utensil aside as his liege lord instructed them with urgency. A gauntlet came up to readjust his hair, the other pushing the chair back into place and proceeding towards the palace entrance after Maize. For whatever reason, it had felt awfully quiet for a morning within Greymont Keep, although it was foolish to think that there would be a city-wide festival for their departure. Nobody was going to roll out the red carpet for a bunch of ragtag commoners, much less, a band of children dressed for a field trip.

From his memory, Port Sesta was a three day ride from Greymont on horseback with stops at the smaller towns, and sailing to Rozel would only half a day. Ren had been itching for a chance at sea once more, having grown quite jaded of the same continental landscape. Greymont Keep had been a breathtaking sight to behold upon his first arrival, the castle in the sky nested atop of the quaint elevation and the Walk of the Magi spread along the bustling inland lake towards the capital city.[/color]

[color=DarkOrange][b]"I will speak more of our focus as we ride,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ren could hear Maize's voice through the pleasantries of the morning speak, the waking sun's warmth hugging his face. His feet carried him to the Central Pavilion, where their retinue was gathering within the presence of the knight. Through the collection of horses, he could see his own steed trot in a coyness amongst her fellow breed.[/color]

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[color=Silver]A short smile came upon Ren's expression as his fingers came up to his mouth, a sharp whistle produced between his lips as he called his horse. With a crest white as snow and a heart calm as the nightfall, she scuttled around the other horses, running her muzzle against his cheek as Ren laughed.[/color] [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Here, Snowball,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]his hand affectionately stroked her forehead. With the final adjustments to the saddle, the squire took up his horse, setting his boots firmly within the stirrups and riding towards the gathering.[/color]

[color=DarkOrange][b]"Squire,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Maize called out to Ren as he drew closer on horseback, the knight still adjusting his horse's saddle as he turned back for a moment. Staring down at the shorter boy as Ren dismounted from Snowball, he crossed his arms together, a serious look about his features before a casual smile wore on his face.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"How's your mother?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]Ren was unsure of how to respond to the nature of the question, confusion spreading along his expression.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Renvall, correct?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]the squire nodded in answer to the inquiry.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"It has been some time since I last visited Lady Protego,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]the knight's laughter caused the boy's brow to rise.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Last spring, I believe."[/b][/color]

[color=DodgerBlue][b]"She is well,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ren answered the previous question in a simple manner, caught off guard once more by Maize's tendency of messing with his hair.[/color]

[color=DarkOrange][b]"That is fortunate to hear,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]the knight nodded, his eyes looking amongst the members of their caravan before returning to the squire.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Quite a legacy to inherit, boy,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Maize commented.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"We've all got to start somewhere, after all."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]The mention of his mother's fame and the succession forced upon his shoulders irritated Ren quite so. Fortunately, the boy managed to calm his fury, taking the knight's word with a grain of salt.

Maize raised a watchful brow, almost reading him entirely.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Let us begin together then, shall we?"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]he could tell that the man's voice was one of honesty, watching as Maize raised a hand to gather the attention of the others.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"We saddle in five minutes!"[/b][/color][/indent]