Ordhan raised a brow to Conlan's comment. "I'm sure he won't mind," he replied absently. He greeted Skald Hilda with a nod when she approached, but otherwise his attention was on the group of mages. It was rude to stare so, he knew, but he could hardly help himself. Since his arrival in Amaranthine he had come across more than one face from the past; who knows if yet another was to come? However unlikely it would be to recognize anyone after nearly thirty years, he found himself studying the dark-haired women of the group--with care, as to not be untoward.
Two of them seemed to have noticed his stares, and looked right back towards them. They were mere girls, with wide, curious eyes and innocent faces. One of them even waved. Her smile lit her face.
So these were mages, so feared and dangerous that they were stolen as children?
Ordhan forced the bitter thoughts aside--there would be plenty of time to brood--and returned the smile. He accompanied it by a shallow bow.
He only half-listened to the exchange between the Templar and Enchanter, and her instructions following. She pointed out Conlan as an ideal tour guide, to his amusement; though, as he was standing right next to the soldier, no doubt some would think she referred to him as well. He wouldn't mind showing any of the newcomers around. Whether they minded death by boredom, however, was another matter.
When the Warden fell silent, the younger of the two mages wandered towards the gate, no doubt to look at the Qunari. Karashok and his companion still waited outside of the Keep. They had done so for days, refusing to enter without the Warden-Commander they sought; neither the fall of night nor the pestering children from the festival phased them. They were like guardians of stone sprung from some ancient legend. Curiosity often tempted him towards the gates to glance out at them, but he resisted. For the most part.
As the group began to disperse, Ordhan remained where he was. The arrival of the group was a welcome interruption; there was little that could draw his interest away now that they had come. But after such a long journey they must be tired and footsore.