Feri would have suggested staying at her small camp before moving on in the morning after some respite, but honestly, she didn't feel safe staying in one place too long right after a Darkspawn attack. Admittedly it was a small group, but for all she knew they could have been scouting for a much larger army to pass on by. If that were the case, she would not want to be stuck in the middle of it; moving onwards would be a better option, at the very least until nightfall.

When Rannon stood up and spoke, Feri's fingers had found their way to the top of Gideon's head and was scratching his furry ears quite happily; she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he. However, her wandering hand paused at Rannon's query.

"Loghain? As in, Loghain Mac Tir, the war hero?" She asked, one eyebrow raised quizzically. If you lived in Fereldan for even a year, you were soon educated about the war against Orlais, and the bravery of King Maric and his most trusted friend and General, Loghain. Their children had even been wedded together, showing how strong the Mac Tir and Theirin families were. She was aware that Loghain and his troops had joined the assault in Ostagar; with King Cailan there, he had a duty to protect both his King, and Son-In-Law. But at Rannon's words, Feri's heart fell. "What do you mean by treachery? What happened at Ostagar?"