Out of the corner of his eye, Ordhan saw the dwarf straighten and lean slightly as if so say something, only to slump back a moment later. Her attentions were now on the "Culture Hound." He wondered what he could have said that discouraged her from speaking. Perhaps he should move on after all: the elf and dwarf had been talking before he came, by the looks of things, and now he had interrupted.
Ordhan looked back at Savio, confused. "I have never heard of a challenge for that," he said slowly. His jaw tensed slightly when the elf admitted that he was a Crow. The assassins were widely known and widely feared for good reason. But if he were to be a Grey Warden, there was no holding that against him. The Warden-Commander no doubt knew this, and he would not have recruited anyone he would not wank among his ranks. As for Ordhan, there was no alternative but trust for those who became Grey Wardens.
"I am honored to meet you, then, ser," said Ordhan, bowing from the waist. "I am among the reinforcements, but I am not a recruit." He fell silent to allow the dwarf to respond to the question, determined not to block her out of the conversation. Dwarves deserved far more respect than that.