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

He'd already assumed so, but it was still useful in some way to know that Lizaelea's, and by extension, the princess's, information was limited to the time of the ball. While the girl was distracted with whatever went through her head, Renar let the mask slip for just a moment and shot an irritated glance Rolan's way at his deflection, knowing exactly what the other man was going for here. He damned well wasn't leaving Renar to deal with this himself. 

[color=ff5000][b]"You can hardly be faulted for not knowing of events that have transpired since your last correspondence."[/b][/color] Renar cut in smoothly, having determined that the Hundi had floundered enough. It was getting just a tad annoying, anyway. [color=ff5000][b]"A forgiveable mistake, all in all. Worry not."[/b][/color]

Her next inquiry brought one very specific face to his mind. And a question, asked only to himself. Was it worth showing any of his hand in this matter? [i]Fleuri[/i] knew of Renar's desire to face him, to be certain. But it was almost guaranteed that anything he told this girl would leak. To the First Princess, if nothing else. Was it worth such? Hell, did it even matter? Should Renar be lucky enough to get Fleuri in the draw, the entire damned kingdom would know. Ah, well. Why not let it slip. Better that than feigning humility. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Sir Fleuri, of course. Also of the Iron Rose. The Flower of the North, as claimed by more avid tourney-goers than you or I. And for that matter,"[/b][/color] He glanced to Rolan once more. If Renar had to sit thorugh this, he wasn't letting the other knight slip out of it so easily. [color=ff5000][b]"Remind me, Sir Rolan. Were you planning to take part in the Valours?"[/b][/color]