"Wait, what?" Her reaction was dubious to a degree, and with no wonder - was Rannon really in any state to be competing in a competition like this? While she could somewhat understand his motives - the Bann was to meet with the victor of the tourney, and the three of them needed an audience with the elusive lord - it was still a bridge too far in her eyes. "Do you really think that's the best thing to do right now? I mean, we haven't even tried to get into his manor yet." She said swiftly as she tried to keep up with Rannon's long strides, hoping to convince him to try something else first. While he was more than skilled with his sword in the heat of battle, both the young warrior and herself were fatigued after their arduous journey through the Kokari wilds. Not just physically, but mentally too - Feri was still on edge, flinching at sudden loud noises, and keeping her peripheral vision in check. An attack could have come from anyway out in the wild, and she still hadn't assimilated to the oddly quiet town they now stood in. With how on edge Rannon was every night from waking up from nightmares, Feri could only guess he felt a lot more antsy than she was.

However, Rannon seemed to have made his mind up quite firmly, and Feri could do nothing but follow him to the tent - letting the remnants of her pie fall into Gideon's waiting mouth with a hint of sadness as she walked. As they paused in the quickly shortening queue before the tent, Feri ignored the several incredulous stares she was receiving from others - no doubt they assumed she was to sign up like Rannon, and were already underestimating her. Although tempting to prove all of those gaping idiots in the tent wrong by competing in the melee, Feri decided against it.

"Look, as far as we know, this could be one big trap. We don't know anything about this Bann Heather, or whatever he's called; nor do we know about the people who live here." She whispered in soft tones, stretching up on her tiptoes to try and reach Rannon's ear. All she managed was his shoulder, but she got her hushed words across well enough. "If you insist on joining this, I can't promise I'll be able to help you if you need aid. I can hardly just watch from the audience either." Hopefully, if Rannon had some sort of plan, she could do something to help. Sabotage his opponents? Swap all of the health potions for rum to confuse others hoping to heal? Or did he have something in mind that was more in line with her sneaking ways?

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