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

As the battle died down at last, Renar sheathed his sword before retrieving his poleaxe from the corpse of the last curse abomination, yanking it out with a grunt of exertion. With that done, he nodded back towards Sirs Lein and Steffen alike while wiping the axe head of his weapon off onto the clothing of another dead Boar. After everything that happened, he felt...disappointed. The inane search at the fort, followed by an, if anything, underwhelming battle? Renar grit his teeth beneath his helmet. 

[color=ff5000][b]"That was it?"[/b][/color] He spat, looking down at the corpse at his feet. [color=ff5000][b]"For all of the Golden Boars' oh-so-legendary willingness to win at all costs, they threw precious little of [i]worth[/i] at us. A wave of incompetents followed by four abominations that didn't even manage to inflict any significant casualties. The Bandit King's lot felled more men than these ever so vaunted sellswords."[/b][/color] Was he tired from the battle? Of course. His lungs burned. His muscles ached. But a hard day's training accomplished much the same. Barely a scratch on his armor. Some of the Boars had managed to land a few glancing blows before he'd run them through, but that was it. 

A sneer. Oh, how he cursed this time of peace. He'd never finished his squiring in time to take part in the last conflict that actually [i]mattered[/i]. Goddesses help him, how was his star ever to rise if there weren't any real battles to distinguish himself in?

A sigh. Renar forced himself back into a composed state. While his little rant exposed some of what he actually thought, if he screamed everything he actually wanted to, more than a few people would look at him askance. Would that he could voice his true feelings more often. But catharsis was a reward only earned in private. 

[color=ff5000][b]"What now, then? Shall we report in to the Captain for further orders?"[/b][/color] Renar asked of the other two with him, planting the butt of his poleaxe into the dirt. [color=ff5000][b]"As I see it, there's precious little we can follow up on at this point without further leads, and we'll not be getting them from these corpses. Not if they were ever even halfway intelligent, at least."[/b][/color]


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