Rannon had to agree with Feri's observations. Perhaps the people themselves did not feel in danger, and acted natural because they truly were natural. But the Bann bringing the town on the brink of revelry during a Blight was really strange. Gideon did not seem off, the Mabari happily panting and following Rannon and Feri wherever they walked throughout the town. It would have seemed pretty strange to see a short woman wandering about, with a broad shouldered young soldier nearly twice her height following her, his head high and hair/ears raised like a guard dog, whereas the actual dog seemed not to have a care in the world as it bounded by the two of them. 

Gideon was a lot more intelligent than most folk would think, but the societal aspects of a town being casual when it shouldn't be wasn't his expertise, unless they were faking it to further an end. If he was happy, these folk must be happy themselves... for some reason. It did little to ease Rannon's mind, however. But this was a town, and the three companions did need to stop. He knew Feri would enjoy it here, and he had decided they'd stay a day for her benefit at least. Now, however... 

He'd just bought a trencher, most of the wheat bread over ham and cheese was practically inhaled by Rannon as he gazed at the workers fixing the tournament up. His wrought-iron eyes glinting whenever the sunlight broke through the fringe of his earthy hair. The rest of the trencher he tossed to Gideon before he finished, who caught it easily and chomped down the rest. Feri spoke to him as she ate, and he listened, of course. However, he knew they'd not get an answer to her questions without meeting the man himself. Not only that, but these people needed protecting. If the Bann wasn't going to do that, Rannon would speak to him, himself. 

"I'm going over there," he announced suddenly, taking a step toward the pavilion the melee participants were now gathering in. He intended to compete. 
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