He did not know what to make of her expression; perhaps he had her attention, perhaps he did not. At least the dismissive indifference was gone. Though Ordhan felt it was a front (no one could be so distanced from their own death, not even the bravest soldier), it was unnerving all the same.
But he was not here to confess he believed her innocence or to set her free. This was just one step on a path he hoped he could justify in the end. Taking a single step forward, Ordhan looked up at her again; his posture remained unchanged, still ever upright with arms folded, but the look on his face was no longer hesitant or faltering. "I will be speaking with a man named 'Matt' near Denerim, who I am told knows you. Do you know him?"