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

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Ah. Evidently, Cecilia had been trying to divert the captain from this topic, judging by her reaction when he'd brought up. Still, he couldn't exactly see the past now, could he? How was he supposed to know? Still, Renar supposed he ought to at least join in on cheering Fanilly up, if only to make sure he didn't face an arrow in the back some time soon. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Captain, with all due respect, that's impossible. Men will die on the battlefield, whether it be to poor fortune or just a moment's distraction. Frankly, the fact that there weren't more casualties with the ambushes the bandits sprung is a small miracle in the first place. I'd say you did far better than anyone could have possibly expected in your position, really. Especially considering it was your first command."[/b][/color]

He sighed, not stopping Cecilia as she started dragging their commanding officer from the chapel. Someone more dutiful would have stopped this, but really, the Knight-Captain was a teenager. She'd have to face alcohol eventually, and better to have someone supervise and make sure anything idiotic didn't happen. Renar didn't need the Iron Rose to lose its first captain in five years off of random stupidity or scandal. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Oh, very well. I could use a drink, and I suppose someone has to chaperone and make sure no one loses their lunch."[/b][/color]

Renar walked by Cecilia's side, briefly murmuring in her ear quietly, just out of earshot of Fanilly.

[color=ff5000][b][i]"I can't exactly scry the bloody past the moment I walk in a room, now can I?"[/i][/b][/color]