Tall and strong, but tired beyond belief, Rannon waded through the battle weary Warden lines towards the late Commander Celica's position. Gideon galloped over to him, and walked side by side with him as he made his way. Grey Warden's parted before him, most having seen him slay the Demon and giving him at least a moderate amount of respect that almost made him uncomfortable. He wasn't used to being shown any kind of treatment, but he admitted he did fine back there. 

Passed the lines, he wasn't sure on where to go. He didn't rightly know who was in charge now, though anyone with any kind of authority would be close to Celica's tent. The Griffon out front made him pause, and Gideon tilted his huge head curiously. "I have no idea." he whispered in response. As generously as he could, the battle hardened soldier made his way past the regal beast before him and into the tent. 

He almost fell over from disbelief when he saw Celica alive and getting better. He was so sure that he had seen the hardy woman fall before his eyes. Rannon did his best to collect himself. "Commander," he wheezed, and then coughed. The blighted land they stood upon reminded him of his dry throat. He swallowed some spittle and did his best to continue. "Commander," he repeated, standing a bit taller and giving a salute. "What are your orders? We are willing to serve."