Rannon hadn't expected such a turn of events. Already he was feeling a bit more lighthearted than he had been the past few days. There was something about this girl...

Whatever it was, he felt more casual and natural around her. He'd never met a Half Dwarf before, either. 

He gathered his gear up, Gideon bouncing left and right as if to tell him to hurry up. Rannon would make jerking motions side to side to get Gideon more riled up just for fun, but in the end he realized all that did was get him...well, more riled up. "Fine, if you're so full of energy..." 

He strapped some of his armor on Gideon so the dog would get some weight lifting exercise, and they followed Feri back to her campsight, letting her check for traps. Rannon did gaze about the woods with a experienced eye, his pack casually over his shoulder and his other hand gripping the bastard sword he held, just in case. Once the place was cleared though, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. 

"[i]I have some potions, if you need something with more punch than ointment. Also, whiskey. Better for drinking than applying to wounds, or so I've found.[/i]" She held a bottle in each hand; whiskey in the left, health potion in the right - looking up at Rannon with a grin. "[i]Or how about both?[/i]" He matched her grin with one of his own and took the offered whiskey in one hand, taking a swig. He wouldn't get drunk, per say. He wasn't about to let his guard down that much in a Darkspawn infested forest. But a drink or two wouldn't hurt. He dropped his pack and slumped down on a log, scooting over so Feri could have a place to sit. 

For all of his combat and gruff nature, Rannon still was a fairly young man and he let out a gasp as he finished a few swigs, blinking. "Thanks, girly," he told her, handing her back the Whiskey. "I'm fine without a potion, least at the moment. But here..." He produced some choice jerky out of his own pack, handing it to her. It was juicy and sweet. He tossed some to Gideon too, who caught it midair, and then slumped down as they had and started nomming on it busily. 

"Sorry about earlier," he said suddenly, running a hand through his thick brown hair. "I've been...well these past few days have been fucked up to say the least." He muttered 'maker' under his breath, and let out a sigh. "I didn't think I'd meet anyone out here, much less someone who wasn't a Darkspawn or a fleeing family."