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

A pathetic end to a pathetic foe. As the last bandit before him fell, Renar straightened up, catching his breath as he surveyed the field. Captain Fanilly's orders rang out, and the Bastard of Brias simply nodded to himself before starting to do as he was bid, nonchalantly thrusting the tip of his poleaxe into the chests and throats of already dying men. Some pleaded. Others cried. Not a few soiled themselves before their lives ended. 

Renar regarded all of these men dispassionately. Would it be him in their position one day? Perhaps. But that didn't mean he was going to look at these bandits with anything resembling sympathy. What point would there be to feeling such for men who raised swords against him with no remorse? No, there'd be far more corpses in his wake until he achieved his dreams. And likely after, as well. If he mourned them all, he'd go insane. 

The cloaked knight trudged past the green boy and the bard without a word. Storm hadn't been slain on his first outing, eh? Perhaps he'd make something of himself yet, though until he did, there was little point in acknowledging him. The ad-hoc interrogation did give Renar an idea or two, however. The next bandit he came across at least faced the end bravely, bitterly chuckling despite bleeding out. Beyond saving, to be certain, but still possessing his wits. Perfect for what Renar intended. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Took a bit of a bad turn, have we?"[/b][/color] Renar squatted down next to the man, planting his poleaxe in the dirt. [color=ff5000][b]"Unfortunate wound, that. You'd have half an hour left, at best."[/b][/color] He said truthfully.

"Aye, perhaps I do." The dying bandit nodded. "What's it to you, Sir Knight? Taking the time to mock me?" 

[color=ff5000][b]"Hardly."[/b][/color] Renar shook his helm, reaching to his belt to unhook something. [color=ff5000][b]"The way I see it, you were sent out here to die. Hell, you've already given your life. So you owe nothing left. Here's my offer:"[/b][/color] He proffered a wineskin to the man. 

[color=ff5000][b]"May as well meet the end with a good drink in your belly. I offer you a sip now, and the entire skin once you tell us as much as you can of your former fellows' defenses."[/b][/color] 

The bandit stared hard at Renar for a moment before nodding. "The sip first. Then you take me to that squealing girl you call a captain." Renar nodded in return, lifting the wineskin up to the man's lips for a moment before withdrawing it. He'd need help getting the man over. No sense leaving his weapon behind. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Sir Fionn,"[/b][/color] Renar called over towards the closest knight that was actually known to him. [color=ff5000][b]"Help me drag this one back over towards the Knight-Captain before he bleeds out. It seems he's willing to talk."[/b][/color]