Renard Benoit
Ah, so she was a paladin then? Renard was no Reonite, he always had favored Mayon though that was neither here nor there. She certainly presented herself like he expected a Paladin of Reon to be, aggressive and raring to smite evil. It also explained her preference towards undead, he might have made a consideration otherwise if it had come up sooner, but there wasn't much point in being indecisive now. He would still pick up a trio of roses before heading to the chapel for his usual prayer and offerings prior to striking out. She seemed determined to prove herself, which he could respect, and he made a mental note to work the flanks of any fight they got into, let her wade into the thick of it and keep her from getting surrounded. Babysitting jobs did make him have to think differently, especially with someone with something to prove, but he wouldn't fault Lady for it. Hell, look at him, he was always looking for the hardest jobs he could get after all, it would be hypocritical to criticize.
"We'll see if the goblins want to play along or not Lady. I've got a stop to make before we head out, but I'll catch up before we leave for Fort Magrial."
Once all the paperwork was in order, Renard would make a stop to pick up a small trio of roses, a regular at the flower peddler given how often he was striking out on jobs and his own habits. Next stop was the chapel, the Mayon dedicated half, where he knelt down by the pool where offerings were cast, head inclined as he quietly spoke under his breath in prayer. He had never been formally inducted into the faith, his earliest memories being accompanying his mother to pray. She was an influence on how he made his offerings, she was blunt to a fault and always preferred to be direct, something reflected in his own quiet words, a familiar ritual before any job that took him, and more importantly others, possibly into harms way.
"Mayon, please hear my prayer. I am accompanying allies out into danger again, and wanted to make an offering for their protection if I can't keep them safe. Reon might be watching out for one of them, but I won't let that stop me from doing my best to see them all back. In your name."
With that Renard cast the roses into the water, one at a time, inclining his head for a few more moments before standing. He couldn't keep them waiting, and as he walked out of the chapel again he picked up the pace with a practiced stride. Goblins could be clever in the right situation, which made them dangerous enough to not be underestimated. Especially if they had gotten their hands on even otherwise mundane surveying equipment. Who knows what the mages had brought with them that might prove to be just the thing to make things interesting, and with that Renard shouldered his bag, spear already resting on its sling, and focused his thoughts on catching up with his allies. There was a time and place to plan and think, they could discuss that either on the way or, at the very least, before heading into the castle proper depending.
Sunset was a mixed feeling for Renard, he always preferred the moonlight and night time (and not just because of his faith), but that would play to the strengths of the Goblins. More shadows to hide in, especially inside Fort Magrial itself. For his part, his head was on a steady sweep, watching their surroundings with an experienced eye while the others no doubt focused on the Fort itself. He'd seen plenty of ruins and the like before, and a glance told him enough. Once upon a time, in another lifetime, it was a formidable holding, but now it was a shadow of what it used to be. Held by goblins now, but it wasn't defending against a besieging army, just a merry band of adventurers. Lady chimed in, not seeing any goblins yet, and commenting on the mages missing them too.
"Same way anyone misses something, Lady. They weren't looking for them."
Renard unslung his spear, a practiced and deft motion, keeping to a one handed carry at the moment. It left his off hand free for putting his throwing knives to use in case an ambush was attempted from beyond stabbing distance with his spear. Still, the goblins weren't getting any more sorted out by them standing here, so he put forward a fairly simple plan of attack, working off what he estimated would be what each of them did best. It wasn't complicated, and was basically what they would no doubt naturally have done anyways, but better to put it to words than go in without any plan what so ever.
"Lady, since your eager and suited for it, you can take point once the fighting starts. I'll work the flanks, Little Bird you do the same. Rook, watch our backs and keep the lights up, it'll be dark in there otherwise. Be vocal and speak up if anything seems off, otherwise do what everyone does best. Any disagreement?"
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