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

All in all, this entire expedition hadn't been too much of a victory for Renar on a personal level. He'd slaughtered his fair share of bandits, certainly. Some recognition was bestowed upon him by his peers for how well of a showing he'd put up against even the veterans left over from the war. But compared to bringing down the Bandit King himself or (horrendously botching) the slaying of a griffin, it wasn't that much. 

Still, Renar hadn't been expecting immediate glory and honors, especially not from a bandit hunt. So long as his star continued to rise at a steady pace, that was all he could ask for at the moment. Some mention of one Sir Rickert's passing was made, but frankly, Renar had never known the man all that well and he couldn't care less. No matter how well-trained or well-armed, the vagaries of the battlefield ensured that people would die, even against all odds. To say nothing of the fact that Jeremiah had apparently been a formidable foe in his own right. Renar merely bowed his head as obligation expected at the news of Sir Rickert's passing, made no comment about the matter, and let it fade from his mind before long. 

Once he'd returned to his quarters, Renar changed out of his armor and took some time to clean himself before changing his clothes. He doffed a linen shirt and a pair of gray trousers before putting a crimson tabard on over his shirt bearing his own personal coat of arms: his family's stag atop castle battlements, with two crossed swords behind it. Or through, if one looked closely enough. With personal grooming out of the way, Renar belted his sword and dagger back on before hefting his poleaxe up onto his shoulder and grabbing a small satchel filled with equipment for weapon maintenance. He made his way out of his quarters, intent on finding somewhere quiet to oil and sharpen his arms.

Or he would have, if he didn't encounter Fionn and Serenity on the way out of the keep. Just in time to hear the last bits of what Fionn was saying, as well. Before Renar said anything in response, he looked around the hall they were in for a moment. Upon confirming no one was listening in, he raised his free hand in greeting.

[color=ff5000][b]"Oh, I think both of us have [i]plenty[/i] to say about that. Especially regarding some of our comrades. If we'd care to abscond somewhere we can moan and complain with no one listening in...?"[/b][/color] He gestured towards the way leading out of the keep and towards the yards.