Cormac nodded carefully at the knights strange explanation. There were a myriad of reasons he could think of why perhaps Ordhan might be unwilling to identify himself with any particular, but none that he was willing to risk angering the man over. Ordhan did not seem a particularly passionate person but it was never easy to tell exactly what might set a man off, and Cormac needed him for this fight.
"So, Ser Ordhan, how did you manage to convince the pompous asses that run most of the bureaucratic bullshit in Denerim to let you waltz off on your own to fight darkspawn?" Cormac quirked an amused half-smile at the man beside him, sure that it had to be an entertaining story. The only thing worse than the red tape of Denerim was a tax collector, and Cormac thanked the Maker for the umpteenth time that his father had never officially declared him a bastard and sent him off to join the city guard.