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

Tyaethe's words hardly fazed Renar. It was hardly as if he was going to put on the armor before he could have both Fionn and Candaeln's resident smith examine it. The cloak, though? He damn well would. Whatever it would do to him was worth it in exchange for displaying his dominance over a foe he'd spent so much in defeating. 

Regardless, he brushed the First and Youngest's words off, rising with his pillaged armor bundled up with the help of Fionn and Gerard, nodding his thanks to the two. 

[color=ff5000][b]"I intend to have it all inspected before I use it, of course. Aside from the cloak. 'Tis a matter of personal pride."[/b][/color] He spoke, as if that were the only important factor in this scenario. Well, in his mind, it was. 

Once they returned to the Queen, Renar kept silent in the back. The quest was accomplished, and they were receiving what they came for. No sense in potentially mucking that up with an errant word. As for the reward...well, the odds of it actually being useful and not harmful to sane people teetered on a knife's edge. Hopefully, either they wouldn't have to deal with further fae insanity, or it'd negatively impact someone that wasn't him. Either or would suffice, really.