Piers nodded. It was an answer, an acknowledgement, but... also something more. Some of the sharpness faded from Lord Piers' eyes.
"Who am I," Piers replied with a delicate hint of sarcasm, one which seemed quite purposefully shared with Ordhan rather than half-concealed, "to question the commands of Grey Wardens? I trust that such a resourceful organization would not misuse their assets." A bitterness crept into the last word that had not been there before.
He sighed and knit his fingers together, leaning forward wearily to rest his elbows on his thighs. He looked much older, as soon as he let his formality slip away.
"As you say, you haven't met the lad, but have you heard any word of Desiderio's assignment? Did Constans perhaps... mention anything to you?"