Renar sighed as he practically tore his last foe's guts open with his poleaxe. Bandits weren't exactly the most stimulating of opponents. No armor, garbage weaponry, no proper training. If Renar had been a more empathethic man, he might have actually felt sorry for this lot. Well, if they hadn't sealed their own fates by murdering and raiding their way across the countryside. Renar grunted as he hefted his weapon up, starting to wipe off the blood that had accumulated on the blade. 

He wasn't exactly enthused with the order to imprison the bandits, though. At this point, every bastard that lived was a dead man walking, anyway. If they weren't killed here, they'd hang once they were brought to the capital. Still, there were more pressing matters. Like Sir Jarde. From all appearances, this seemed like the boy's...no, he was a man now. This seemed like his first kill. Renar's lips pursed. If this wasn't handled properly, he likely wouldn't be of use in the coming assault. 

With that in mind, Renar strode over to where Sir Gerard had already approached Sir Jarde. He removed his helmet for the moment, tucking it under his arm as he nodded at Gerard before turning to Jarde.

"First kill, eh?" Renar clapped the blonde man on the shoulder. "It was well done, Sir Jarde. One less highwayman raping and pillaging his way across the land. You've probably saved the lives of a good few travelers. And the maidenhoods of a village girl or two."

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