[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Psyker Landshark]

[color=goldenrod]"Considering I don't even get to sleep without Erich Cazt showing up, I'll pass. I'm a dolt, not an idiot."[/color]

It was like that spurt of mental communique had laid the seed for his specter to populate the darker corners of Gerard's mind— appearing at the end of the gauntlet of the many deaths Gerard had suffered at the height of his powers, after even Agrahn. Even aside from that singularly vexing night... Many times now, when working alone on his cuts, the shadows of fellow mercenaries or knights fell away in his mind's eye when placing them, when conjuring imagined foes— replaced by the Hero. An incessant reminder of the plain truth that Renar and he arrived upon— stagnation would be the end of them both. 

He didn't fear dying. He'd long ago been convinced not to— but to Renar's point of their ambitions, it was an utterly souring thought to not realize them off the back of ones' own inaction. They knew the woods well— but needed to wisen up to tackle the dark forest that was the world.

[color=goldenrod]"We'll have to figure out how to get there. We train pretty damn hard already, so there's only so much redoubling the effort's gonna do. Need to change up the method, I think."

[i]Get smarter. Use your head.[/i]

"And I gotta fight a little less stupid along the way. Conditioning, though... Paladin Tyaethe mentioned hauling statues around to me a while back. Fionn has his construction project. Guess they're worth trying out."[/color]

Starts, but not nearly the finish line. Strength work, but little to match it for speed.