The knight shifted, eyes sliding away as his brows drew together. Ordhan could not tell if the comment was sarcastic or honest, or if it was meant to hit the nerve it had. He could hardly take offense even if it was intentional; that a Wyland bastard would be a knight of Denerim while a cherished son of the Ledaal family was a tranquil was a mockery, a fate neither deserved.
He faltered only for a moment before slipping back into politeness. "My company does not leave for another day, and I have seen to the matters I need to." His brows started to draw together and he shifted again. He didn't like that he couldn't read the other man, didn't like that every question seemed to say more than it asked, didn't like that he couldn't tell if it was all just his imagination. "I am free to answer what you want to know, if I'm able."
Ordhan dipped his head at the offer. "Thank you, ser, but I am fine."