Wrapping a gangly arm around Samuel's shoulders, Renault walked beside him. "How's it going, my beleaguered friend? I haven't had a chance to hang with you for a while." He knew what was up, of course, even he had heard the rumors. Fickle as they are though, there's not much he could see to do about it till the rumor mill got started up on something else. That wasn't to say he wasn't trying, he had been up tirelessly through the night to form crop circles in the nearby fields and forests, to create unusual phenomenon like the trees in Poland's crooked forest, and even mysterious light formations moving through the sky. Somehow, all the things he'd do, aside from the lights, would disappear from the forests and fields before anyone could see them. Which, he honestly believed, was weirder than anything he could've come up with.