Ordhan took the extended letter. "It is no trouble," he said again before falling silent to listen to Constans's instructions.
If the knight's change of expression before was slight, now it was anything but. His eyes widened and lips parted in unmistakable shock, and when it passed, the faint lines of his face deepened in anxiety.
Denerim was an ocean of humanity; the chances of knowing any one man among the hundreds were next to nothing. But this was a name he knew. While for the past years, the familiarity went no further than faces at the Landsmeet, the name stood out to him from long before. It was not every day that a bastard child was invited by name to a neighboring bann's estate.
"Ledaal? The noble family? Are....are your brothers Lukaer and Mathieu?"