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

Fortunate that Gerard and Fionn were just as eager as Renar was in this endeavour. Not for the first time, he praised the Sun and Moon in the head for at least giving him stalwart friends within the order. 

[color=ff5000][b]"You mean your makeshift cider mill? I've no objection to that."[/b][/color] Renar shrugged in response to Fionn as he selected a slightly shortened quarterstaff from the weapons rack. Close enough to his poleaxe for training purposes. The last time he'd requisitioned a wooden replica of a poleaxe, the miser in charge of the armory that day simply laughed him off and told him to tie a rock to a staff. Ignoramus.

Renar followed after Fionn as he led the way to the cider mill-in-progress, noting Lilia's blunting enchantment with interest. A shame he'd had little to no talent for magic himself, so as to replicate it. As they arrived, Renar nodded respectfully to the elf they had in tow before glancing to his two fellows.

[color=ff5000][b]"Right, then. Who cares to go first? Fionn? Have you done a single bit of training today? Gerard and I did miss you on the field earlier."[/b][/color]


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