She did say something about how a man was what he did, not what his father did. Either way, she was unaware of Ordhan's mixed blood, and certainly not the type to go storming off when she found out about it; his company was a beacon in a strange place, unlooked for and all the more wonderful because of it. She missed and loved her family, like any woman sent out into the world alone for the first time, and that Ordhan understood that meant much in the way of attaining her regard - but he understood honor also, which was a second pleasant surprise. At mention of Weisshaupt, her face lit, her entire being brimming with enthusiasm. "I vish I could show hyu! I vos at Weisshaupt in summer, vos ferry green, moss und fine growing in der stone, der castle risen on der cleefs like born from der eart'. Vun day, ven all of dees ees offer - maybe ven I take jorny home to Anderfels, hyu komm mit me, ja?"
And then Ordhan's words for Albrecht; she saw how careful he was in his selection, how delicately he treaded round the subject. Words did not come easy to Ordhan, as his trouble telling of the Archdemon had demonstrated, and that he went out of his way to avoid offense was touching. "Ho ja, Albrecht vos powerful vorrior. Howeffar he die, did not go so easy. Is vy I vonder about heem, about vot Chantry had heem doink."