"I have never heard of them," Ordhan responded, increasingly uncomfortable. This is why he took such great pains to not offend in his everyday interactions. Aside from the fact that he didn't enjoy upsetting people, he couldn't stand the struggle to smooth things over afterwards. He remained standing uncertainly a short distance from the elf and dwarf, ill at ease and uncertain whether he should move on or draw closer.
His brows drew together as he watched the animal--dog, rather. Its mannerisms did seem doglike, at times, especially the way it leaned into the girl's hand as she pet it. Shartan did the same thing, when he was excitable, though he could knock a grown man over in the process.
"No, it was deserved," Ordhan responded. "Some in Ferelden would challenge someone who insulted their hound to a fight." He listened in polite silence as the others spoke to one another, but the elf's last comment snagged his attention. "You are one of the recruits?" he asked; from his tone, one would think he had just met an important dignitary.