The answer served to dampen Ordhan's eagerness, but only slightly. He glanced aside, unsurprised, and nodded. Any name found in the Chant of Light had hundreds of devout parents across Ferelden eager to pass it on to their children. Eileen was one of them; it was often that he heard the name, jolting him to alertness before realizing it was spoken to some servant or merchant.
"I could not tell you exactly; I last saw her when she was five." His eyes lowered, downcast, as he hesitated. He had often wondered what she would look like now, what she grew to become. "She would be thirty-one years old, now. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes, but other than that, I am not sure." That was half the horrible feeling of uncertainty; if she passed on the street, neither he nor she would recognize the other. He glanced back up at Constans, expression almost embarrassed for the lack of information he was able to provide.