Conlan took a step back from his spar with Ordhan. He'd a volley of "You're getting rusty in your old age" style quips ready, but when the gates opened, and the time out was called, he unfortunately did not have the opportunity to use them. Despite the cool sea breeze, Con was still sweating from the exertion. He felt he needed to train in his armor, if you didn't train in the same conditions as you would be in real battle what was the point in training. He picked up a nearby bucket of water and titled it back over his head.
Slightly cooled he moved toward Ordhan, and eyed the group entering. Circle Mages, and more then a few of them looked familiar. A dark haired man looked like a Mage Con had met on a job a year prior. And there were two others, faces that seemed eerily familiar. But they were faces from a time Conlan had tried very hard not to think about.
"Hmm... more visitors? Man, that Warden Commander is gonna be really bothered that all the people who showed up of their own violition would make way better Grey Wardens then the people he found."