A brief laugh. Oh, he liked this one. A clever mouth, and a functioning brain inside that head of his. Renar wasn't that concerned anymore. If Sir Jarde could joke like that, he'd hold together long enough for the upcoming battle. Who knows? Perhaps he'd come to terms with the act fully once he'd slain a few more. 

"If you insist, Sir Jarde." Renar nodded, stepping back as he put his helmet back on. "Then I wish you and Sir Gerard good fortune in the fight to come." He hefted his poleaxe up onto his shoulder, cheerfully whistling as he made his way back over towards the rest of the group. 

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Fortunately, he'd returned to the main body of the knights soon enough that he'd managed to overhear the captured bandit go on about the strength of their so-called king. Well, well. So this Jeremiah was a cut above the rest, eh? About time. Perhaps he'd even get to cross blades with the man. The thought had him grinning in anticipation. While Renar enjoyed a challenging fight in and of itself, its true value to him beyond enjoyment was the chance to win glory by defeating strong opponents. With glory came recognition. With recognition came a chance at legitimacy. Of being a true blueblood. 

Hopefully, they'd advance soon. The longer they kept the bandit camp waiting without a report back from the failed ambushers, the more suspicious they'd be that something was wrong.