Constans nodded back barely perceptibly, a silent and indifferent acknowledgement of Ordhan's statements- and his concerns. He had already begun to hear whispers about the Keep that the Ostagar assignment promised to be most dangerous indeed. It seemed that of greatest concern was the apparently unenviable matter of dispatching a Broodmother. Aware that he knew little about this manner of Darkspawn, despite the Warden Commander's earnest but perhaps flawed attempts to describe the monsters, Constans deferred to the cautions of others. Unable to fear, so far the perceived danger seemed more beneficial to Constans than anything; there had certainly been no difficulty in procuring a suit of armor for himself when those whom he approached about the matter found out where he was going.
Where Ser Ordhan was going was the more important matter at the moment. "Your party will no doubt be passing Denerim upon the highway south. I wondered if I might make a request."
The calm young man sheathed his sword across his back and drew a small square of folded paper from a pocket in his trousers.