"You need not apologize," Constans explained, again oblivious to Ordhan's hidden turmoil. If every passing fragment of the knight's fear had been written all over his face, the younger man still would not have comprehended it. By the idiosyncrasies of fate he knew no young Wyland sister that the other man should have cause to fret over, just as Ordhan had been unable to identify the young Ledaal brothers. It wasn't entirely uncommon for mages to give up using their surnames: some felt no connection to families they were torn from too young, some scorned the people that had shunned them and cast them out as cursed. Some just wished to spare their kin the shame. For so many, this simple omission became second nature. Constans did not even know why he had ceased to recite his own. It simply no longer... mattered, the way it once had. Such was his life now.
"I was not aware that you knew any of my family, and in retrospect I have not been forthcoming. Perhaps I shall begin to use my surname when I make introductions." His eyes wandered, settling somewhere in the vicinity of the letter hidden away in Ser Ordhan's palm.
"Payment is customary for this service you render me. I have little coin, but I am certain my father will compensate you should you require."