The commotion caught the attention of a pair of soldiers sparring with sword and shield nearby. An unspoken time out fell and both sheathed their swords. With a nod towards his sparring partner, Ordhan peered towards the gates of the hold; a group was being let in, though the sounds of contention from the guards could be heard above the noise of their footsteps. The sun glinted off helmets and shields.
Ordhan pressed forward, studying the newcomers the moment he could see them clearly. It was a much larger group than any that had approached the Wardens' base recently; others were rarely larger than two or three trickling in together, or sometimes a single traveler alone. With sinking disappointment he saw that Warden-Commander Alistair was not among them. More waiting, then.
Despite the commander's absence, the newcomers were a sight to behold; men and women robed in the garments of the Circle of Magi were among their number, as well as men with the Templars' distinctive armor. One of the mages, a dark-haired man with a stern face, seemed familiar.
Ordhan had no business at this meeting. Despite this, curiosity compelled him to stay. Noticing he had been followed by the other soldier, he hung back with him, making sure to remain within earshot but not close enough to draw attention.