Ser Ordhan (ordhan) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-04 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ lillie tharelle, @ ordhan wyland |
Not Quite Second Thoughts
Who: Ordhan Wyland, Lillie Tharelle
Where: A stream near G3's camp
When: 9:45, Evening 23 Molioris
Summary: Ordhan begins a rather undutiful investigation.
Rating: PG
Complete
Things had been very quiet, all things considering. The group had met their first sharp division but had moved on with barely a word of it spoken afterwards. Though Ordhan had kept her in sight as they traveled, it was from a short distance; Lalin stayed close by her side every step, and Ordhan had pressed his defiance far enough today than to anger her further by shadow their reunion. He kept the same measured distance from her as they made camp.
Azabeth proved to be quite talkative once her strength returned, and had already busied herself getting in the good graces of her new companions. This made her easy to keep track of, even if it meant talking little or none, himself. Hardly a difference than usual. Ordhan assumed such would be the same as time went on. Whomever Azabeth endeared herself to would likely be that much less inclined to speak to her captor.
The knight made use of the solitude. Though he was certain of both his duty and of the wisdom of the decision made, there was still much to think about. Why those who had spoken for Azabeth had seemed so certain, for one. Ordhan knew of many who had been thought of highly by friends and family, only to prove themselves murderers beneath--that did not mean that it was always the case.
This was a dangerous line of thought he let himself drift towards, but Ordhan did not pull himself away. He never was the best of knights, after all. There was a chance that he entertained these wonderings simply out of wishful thinking, not willing to think that a Grey Warden could be so taken in by an assassin, nor willing to think that someone so close to people such as Lalin or Lillian would be capable of such a thing. Then again, how was she so close to Lillian? A few days before Ordhan would have simply sat and wondered, but things had changed since then.
Content that Ser Simon was keeping track of Azabeth's whereabouts, Ordhan left the camp to find Lillian by the nearby stream. She knelt at the water's edge with the company's dirtied bowls stacked beside her. He still wore some of his armor, namely the chain shirt that went beneath the heavy plate; Azabeths' presence in the group and her possession of daggers would make him wary for some time, if not until they returned to Denerim.
His approach was not silent, nor was it meant to be. "Excuse me, Lillian?" he asked as he drew near, then knelt on the grass on the other side of the bowls. "Do you mind if I help?"