Rannon did his best to hide a smile. He'd had never been accused of being a talker, but he certainly felt like Feri was one. It didn't bother him truth be told. He sometimes needed someone who would get to the point and help smooth things over. Though, he could tell she could be blunt when she wanted to be. It was a good quality to have, after all. The tall young man reached out his hand and held hers, standing up on his own but keeping her hand in his as a sign of companionship. His smile was warm, but his eyes glinted fiercely. They had adventure to get to. 

Gideon placed his paw atop their two hands, panting and giving off the biggest smile as he did so. He barked, and they were off. 

The woodlands here were not nearly as thick as the Kokari, but it was still a chore weaving through the trees if they didn't pay attention. North northwest was their direction. Gideon scouted ahead often, though always within eyesight. He bounded above jutting roots and covered their flanks. Rannon had his armor on and sword within easy reach, but he doubted he'd need to use it anytime soon. 

Still, needless to say that he was surprised when the first sound they heard other than the typical forest noises wasn't Darkspawn screeches, but jaunty music. He exchanged confused looks with Feri, before he unsheathed his sword and crept closer to the treeline. Slowly, he pushed aside ferns and leaves to reveal a small township, with a great hall of timber and stone at the center. Closer to them on the outskirts of town, was a fenced in circle of dirt that serfs were cleaning as if for some ritual would be performed over it later. 

Once his mind caught up with him, he realized that it was a Champion melee; a competition. What was occurring in town seemed to be some sort of festival, however.
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