The powerful young man crouched next to Feri, their faces on an even level as they gazed at the township. He pointed at a few key locations to show Ferelden Guards stationed with poleaxes. "They seem to be wary, but that's not enough. You're right." Rannon mused, pondering. "I guess a fifth blight is too hard to think on as a possibility to some." He said to her. His stomach growled suddenly, and Gideon tilted his head at the sound. He smiled shyly at the noise, but his game face was back almost immediately.

"Probably a good idea that we stuck around and tried to help," he agreed. Rannon nodded to his two companions, and then stood tall, marching outside of the brush. Gideon followed suit, and indeed the Guards would have been suspicious of a man (even a hardened Fereldan soldier) and a Half Dwarf waltzing out of the treeline if not for the Mabari Warhound at their heels. The dogs were legendary for being loyal to those who are deemed worthy. 

"Where is your Bann? I've urgent news for him." Rannon said to them when they stood before the entranceway, his voice holding an undercurrent of authority. His broad chest deepened his voice, making him seem like a veritable sergeant. The Guardsmen regarded him curiously, and looked to one another, a bit confused. "Bann Heathor sees no one. Not since his wife took ill and died of the wandering plague." the first said. The second one pipped in. "It might be your lucky day, ser. The melee we're holding will give you an audience with him." 
"Have you not faced any Darkspawn?" Rannon asked. 
"Of course we have." The Guard replied. "But Arl Eeamon has assured our Bann that it's nothing to worry on. The Kokari has always been dangerous." The young soldier didn't buy that for a second. 

Rannon exchanged looks with Feri. Gideon borfed. 
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