Thais nodded to acknowledge that she was listening to Ordhan’s answers. She found herself appreciating the fact that the training grounds may be empty. Tucking back a strand of her hair behind her ear, the woman glanced over Ordhan. She wondered where he hailed from absently. He couldn’t possibly be a commoner like Conlan, he wasn’t quite as rough and knew the subtleties of polite Ferelden manners. Thais assumed it was either from strict soldier training or he was from a higher class of family, but she wasn’t sure since she didn’t get much interaction beyond those in the tower. Since everyone in the tower often was raised in a similar way, her knowledge of the differences between lower class and upper class in Ferelden was based on the few visitors and journals.
She made a soft humming noise at Ordhan’s words about symbolism. Thais could understand that theory. She nodded in agreement to Ordhan’s statement about Constans’ words, “Yes, I’m sure many would frown upon you accepting to teach me even the most basic parts of swordplay.” A small teasing smile played at her lips, “You aren’t worried I might suddenly set the blade aflame and go rogue?”