Jerod had laughed, responding to the question from the dark mage briefly before Jacob came and, in no short order, hustled her away. "Ach, nay lass. I be merely supposin any woman could be a tyrant if it suited 'er. All a matter o' mood."

Jerod had a gut instinct that, as Marianne walked off to see what Jacob wanted, that the lad tactician was about to make a huge blunder and make the same mistake he did. He wasn't no fancy book reader or man of gentle birth, but he knew a damned suicidal action when he saw one. Even brewing in the works, for that matter. Walking away from the corpses, he saw that old grand master running at a good speed, which only confirmed his suspicions on the matter. Of course, he knew the kind of trouble that would be in private, so he followed the talk of that creepy dark mage girl to track her, reaching their tent, but not going inside yet. He could tell commotion was going on, but he was going to let the lad stew with the trouble he just brought onto his own damned head, and only intervene if she looked like it was almost time to murder the poor lad of a champion. Until then, he would wave off folks from disturbing the two, for their own safety rather than respect for what was going on inside the tent.

More importantly, he was eavesdropping on what was going on just in case he needed something on either the dark mage girl or lad the champion. Right now, he would certainly step in if it sounded like she was causing physical harm to the Champion, or vice versa for that matter, he didn't discriminate. But for now, he mostly listened in and made his observations in silence and out of sight of the entry way, not even trying to gain access, waiting until the time called. Poor lad didn't know what he was getting into.