Ostagar. As ever, the word sent a jolt of tension through his spine. In the knight's mind it was ground both sacred and cursed, haunted by treachery yet hallowed by the blood of the betrayed. Ordhan was both relieved and disappointed when he learned he would not be travelling there. One thing was certain about the journey, however: it would not be easy. Reports of roaming Darkspawn in the area came often, recently, even more so.
"A dangerous road. I am glad you are better armed, now," he said. It was also fortunate that he and Imenry had even what little time they did to help Constans prepare. He hoped it would be enough.
He nodded at Constans's question. "You have," he said. The tranquil still held his sword, though Ordhan could not tell from his blank face and neutral posture whether he expected to resume. At the moment he was unsure if he wanted to.