Piers nodded mildly, glancing down to the slightly tattered letter in a distracted fashion. He unfolded it slowly as he spoke. "Strange of the boy to ask a knight to run such an errand, when Vigil's Keep has its own messengers."
He adjusted his spectacles, squinting down his nose at the nearly illegible text and skimming carefully. The most delicate of frowns, nearly imperceptible, crept over his features the further he read, the lines of age between his brows and at the corners of his mouth deepening. His gaze flickered back up to meet Ser Ordhan's eyes after a brief moment's silence, a sharp hint of interest flashing somewhere beneath the aloof air he presented.
"Questions, you say," Piers commented dryly, one eyebrow elevated. "Ser Ordhan, how well do you know my son?"