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

Renar was practically ambushed upon leaving his tent. He beheld the too-eager, Hundi, and most likely Ithillin noble with a measure of apprehension and disdain that he did his best to avoid showing on his face, instead schooling his expression into one of idle neutrality. How wonderful. Just the type of go-getter pluck he utterly disdained. 

And she knew of him. Renar was aware enough of his own status to understand full well that he ought to not be that famous yet such that some foreign noble fighter knew of him on sight. So why did this Lizaela recognize him? He could think of half a dozen reasons off the top of his head, and few of them boded well, if any. 

Nevertheless, there was little point speculating without a more accurate picture. Renar fixed a slightly more open expression on his face, offering a brief dip of his head.

[color=ff5000][b]"You're very well-informed, Lady Beaux. I am he, yes. Might I ask [i]how[/i] you know, exactly? I'd not been aware that I was much of a recognizable figure, especially among foreign warriors."[/b][/color]