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

And good goddesses-damned riddance to that waste of armor. Renar watched with no small amount of vindictive satisfaction as the trapper burned away, leaving behind the vestments it bore. And his eyes glinted with mercenary avarice. 

[color=ff5000][b]"So as you've cost me, so shall I take what's due from you in turn."[/b][/color] Renar exhaled, kneeling down as he started to rifle through the trapper's armor. The cloak was immediately taken and clasped onto his armor, of course. He [i]needed[/i] one. If Renar couldn't keep the symbol of his first great victory, he'd replace it with this one. It had been a momentous duel, of course. Defeating a lieutenant of the Wild Hunt in single combat? Ignoring all of the ignoble tactics both fighters used, it would be a tale to tell should he have someone willing to back up every word he said. 

He proceeded on with inspecting the armor. Best to bring it back to Candaeln for their resident smith to inspect and refit. At the very least, he'd like to take the helmet simply for the imposing visage it gave. Now, how to carry all this...ah. Of course.

[color=ff5000][b]"Gerard! Fionn!"[/b][/color] Renar called out to his two closest friends. [color=ff5000][b]"Help me bring this armor back, would you? I want to see if it's still fit to wear."[/b][/color]

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