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

Oh, [i]Goddesses damn it[/i]. Another one of these blasted shards of Angoron?! Renar allowed himself an incredulous expression of disbelief beneath the visor of his helm. One was a coincidence. Two was...not necessarily a plot yet, but certainly [i]something[/i] was going on behind the scenes. 

The Bastard of Brias folded his arms, giving the situation no small amount of consideration. There wasn't a chance in hell that Captain Fanilly would leave the matter alone now that a Shard was a factor, to say nothing of Dame Tyaethe. Fine. They were locked in. Fionn beat him to the conclusion of his thoughts; as expected when dealing with fae. That was fine. Renar had never wanted to take center stage in this sylvan debacle, regardless. 

Fortunate they hadn't sworn anything regarding the shard [i]yet[/i], though it seemed only a matter of time, if he was reading the Captain correctly. Regardless, best to wrap everything up here in a neat little bow before moving onward.

[color=ff5000][b]"Majesty, my brother knights speak truly."[/b][/color] Renar stepped forward in support of Fionn and Gerard. [color=ff5000][b]"Our current quest takes priority: we are still oath-bound to return Duke Thedric's wits to him, and are unable to move forward past that till the matter is resolved."[/b][/color] Don't swear anything directly to her. Don't make a single actual promise. He knew just enough of fae to abide by such when speaking to them. Shockingly, and depressingly, similar to speaking with barristers, though with more unpredictable results. [color=ff5000][b]"It would be deeply appreciated that we are not made liars of before we can give our word for any other endeavors."[/b][/color]