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Surely Leo was experiecing numerous things at once because someone's big fist just connected with Leo's face in very, very unpleasant way. There were no additional blows.

"Call me a bastard or hothead, but I won't be talked that way. Remember your 'friendly advice' because if I ever see Sheila getting in trouble because of you, either your robes or your damned tongue..." Renault trailed off, then walked away to get his drink proper, cursing Leo and some other people, possibly related to him, under his nose.

Renault gritted his teeth when the boy dared to follow and blabber at him.

"No you haven't. And listen here, little kid. I'm going to be your father-in-law, and Sheila wants us to be at peace? Fine, then shut up whenever I am around, and I will be most happy. And she will be too, possibly. Now, you done being a rebellious 'I know it all' brat? I would like to go and get a drink. You're just as unpleasant sight as a body gutted across its stomach."

"It would be a nice reunion if you weren't an obstacle, you know. As for admiration, I guess it must be that I watched over her for few years? Helped her grow into strong, independent woman capable to taking care of herself? And then comes barging you, Sir 'My Mouth Cannot Shut Up A Lot' the Preacher with your own morals and beliefs and noble-like standing. Have you actually been poor? Have you actually had to fight to keep your head intact? Not to mention, fight for your family and friends? From what I see, all you can do is preach goodness while you never have been on this side of the world, Leo-boy. That's what annoys me, that my daughter have fallen for Dragon-damned idealist preacher raised on comfy convent pillows! IS ALL!" Renault stood up, looked at Leo, considered few options, then remembered Sheila's plead.

With nothimg more than a grumble under his nose, he left his room and wandered off.

Renault grimaced and put the bottle away.

"Such temper, for a priest." He scoffed.

"As for those questions... well, things happened. And I did not abandon her, really. We do... pay her a visit. Sometimes. At least once a year. Hard to stay with your loved one when all you know to do is pillage and plunder for a living. I hope Sheila will finally dislike the job and settle down and lead a peaceful life. Or she will be one of these pirates remembered in songs and tales. Either way I will be happy."

"To help her find a honest man who lives a more stable and comfortable life than a man who kills and plunders for a living with no place to really call home? Far from affiliating with people of... your ilk. Or the Empire."

"At least I don't have to worry about becoming grandfather in my thirties. I'm forty, so Dragon bless you with babies." The man snerked and then reached for a bottle, shaking out few last drops into his mouth.

"I already ate, drank and everything else. What's wrong with talking in my room? Feeling unsafe at enemy territory?" He grumped and then moved to the table, pushing away dirty plate, two empty mugs and a bowl. Renault then placed two chairs near the table with a loud 'thud', indicating that he wasn't going to budge and move anywhere for the talks.

To L.17 or M.18, whichever is free. To K.16 and toss a javelin at an enemy if any is nearby.

@Miguel:

The owner of the pawn shop looked the pretty brooch over.

"I shall buy it for three hundred."