His toned arms crossed across his chest, Rannon let out a breath as he waited. The scent of alcohol filled his nostrils, and he felt Gideon make an odd 'weeeooorgh' sound below him, shifting and leaning against the soldier's leg. [color=teal]"A brave man, taking a war hound on a pirate ship. I've heard bad things about people who cooped up their Mabari's for too long."[/color] he heard from his right. He blinked, and glanced over that way, before looking down at a rather short but attractive woman. He wasn't sure if she was a Dwarf or not, and it'd be best not to ask. He could tell just by how she stood that she wasn't one to trifle with, which was a trait he could respect. 
He was the same. 

"Giddy gets kind of restless, I'll admit." he told her, his iron eyes glancing behind both of them to the Elf and hulking mannish figure standing in line. He took it all in stride. He'd had to deal with worse things than odd companions before, if they too were signing up for this venture as well. "But," he continued, his gaze falling on Feri again. "He knows I'll kick his ass if he gets too riled up." 

Gideon gave a snort, and nuzzled Rannon's leg to get his attention. "What?" the man asked him. Gideon sat down, large enough to be almost as tall as Feri. Gideon tilted his head and barked, drawing the attention of a few patrons across the Tavern. 

"Hey I was kidding. We're in this together." Rannon chuckled. Gideon gave a pleased yelp, and his stubbed tail began to wag. Rannon gave his truest friend a grin, before nodding towards Feri. "Gideon, say hi." 
The Mabari paused for a moment, and then tilted his body a bit closer to Feri, his ears perked up as he sniffed her shoulder.