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

Oh, marvelous. Now he had to deal with the little wretch being [i]embarassed[/i]. Once more, Renar resisted the urge to sigh and reveal what he really thought of the situation. At least she'd thought of the matter. That was better than he'd been expecting, truly. Really, why was the lady even surprised? What was any reasonable individual supposed to think of a Hundi her age, attending a tourney? It wasn't a sentiment he'd voice, for obvious reasons. But it was still oh so tempting.

Fortunately, Renar was saved from the exertion of having to play nice with the dame knight by the sound of the horn emanating across all of the tourney grounds. T'was time to commence with the opening, it seemed. A genuine smile crossed his face as he turned, a hand raised in farewell.

[color=ff5000][b]"It seems we're due for the start of the Valours. Ser Rolan. Dame Lizaelea. Enjoy your time here, yes? I'll be going on ahead."[/b][/color] And with that, Renar began making his way toward the tourney grounds himself. Finally. [i]Finally.[/i]