“Oh, ignore him.” Renard said as he walked over. Tapping Nathan on the shoulder. Careful, masterful fingers dipping, unnoticed into the man’s coin pouch. “Look at him.” He said gesturing to Victor. “He’s harmless. A little odd, but he doesn’t mean anyone harm.” Renard moved gracefully around the table so he was positioned between Erin and Nathan. “He just said the fire wasn’t allowed to go. Besides, what are you going to do, Knight? You fought in a few wars, hunted a few people and beasts. Realistically, who hasn’t?” Renard enjoyed the current<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fforum.rpg.net%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Fmedieval-law-enforcement.623328%2F&amp;hash=4ddd787ee3a02feb6dc2e004d3a3d1cb" href="https://forum.rpg.net/index.php?threads/medieval-law-enforcement.623328/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">style</a>of law enforcement. The do it yourself approach meant few actually followed it up. The thief down the pint of Gut Rot. “Well, I have a monster to hunt apparently.” He placed the empty tankard on the table. Renard dropped the handful of gold coins he stole from Nathan into the cup. Pushing it across the table towards Abia. “Buy a round of the cheap stuff. For everyone in the bar.”