A most alarming sound was coming from the mess hall. It was high-pitched and incessant, the sort of sound to scrape nerves raw. It wasn't a scream, no...perhaps it could be described like the scrape of a chair across a wet floor, but much louder, repeating again and again and again.
As little as he wanted to move towards the noise, Ordhan found himself moving to investigate. Ignoring a strange sound was simply foolish, even in a well-guarded keep such as this. With all the coming and going of the past weeks there was little he would rule out. He hoped it wasn't some sort of screeching demon--better to have brought a Templar along, for that. Just as he neared the corner, the noise stopped. ...Unnerving. He did not slow his pace, rounding the corner to see an elf talking to a dwarf girl--not Falina, but the golden-haired one--and a creature on the table. He blinked at it.