At Ordhan's explanation Piers seemed satisfied. At least, the piercing stare was removed when he lowered his eyes to the letter. With it gone, the tension in Ordhan's shoulders began to unwind. The meeting was every bit as uncomfortable as he had feared; why, he could only guess, but it did seem unfair of him to feel interrogated. The man's questions were reasonable and polite, after all, even if there was a faint edge to them he could not place.
The mention of messengers at Vigil's Keep proved, at least, that Piers knew his son was there. Was it...jealousy of all things that stirred in his chest that the man knew even that much? Through the long years, not a single letter had come from the Circle Tower for him, though whether that was because none had been sent he could never be sure. Things were more complicated when the family in question is supposed to be dead.
As Piers read, Ordhan leaned back slightly in his chair, though he did not take his eyes from the man's face. Unease crept over him as the frown, slight as it was, appeared. It redoubled when Piers looked at him again.
"I have only known him briefly, ser," he answered cautiously. "We met at the Keep, and were sparring partners for a time. The last time we met before our companies left, he asked me to take this to you. It was no trouble." Ordhan wanted to add that he was glad to do a favor for a friend, as he had told Constans, but he was unsure how such a claim would be taken.