As expected, a small crowd of dirty children were starting to circle. Ordhan shifted, making certain that his pack was well away from their hands; he had not been the brightest of guards and still had very little in the way of street smarts, but he knew that any lapse of caution in the Alienage often resulted in empty pockets at the least.
Ordhan was used to nearly everything being sneakier than himself, with the exception of the Qunari perhaps. Lalin's disappearance went unnoticed, and he was not startled when she slipped into view and motioned to him. She was already holding Faer's hand, leading him a few paces off to the side. Ordhan began to follow, but not before glancing to see if anyone else was coming. He saw Conlan moving towards her as well, but no one else. His glance caught a few of the others in the process: Hissra crouching to offer a bag of something to the children, the young elf (Davin, as his name turned out to be) looking around with an odd expression, Falina watching him and the others walking away.
Why was she not coming as well? Lalin had turned by now, looking between Faer, Conlan, and himself as they stood separate from the group. Three of the four Wardens had gathered, and himself not one of them. Ordhan wondered if she had meant to call Falina instead, but no, she had not been behind him, and he was certain that Lalin had looked at him when she motioned. When he glanced back again, Falina was gone, perhaps on the other side of the small crowd they had brought with them. He did not take the time to wonder at Lalin's decision, but it did not prevent the pang that arose at the realization. Falina had more than proven herself already, in his mind, and was part of the reason they were here all together instead of Ordhan alone. He pulled his attention away from the group to focus on what Lalin was saying.
The knight's brows drew together as she spoke. A slaver from the past, here? It was the best lead they had so far, and he was close to saying so before Faer and Conlan spoke. Both seemed in agreement that it should be ignored, for now, and it was not his place to contradict them. Besides, he told himself, finding the man in the large crowd again would be difficult, and there was always the chance that fifteen years had faded the details of the man's appearance in Lalin's mind.
He only nodded after the other two spoke. His agreement did not change his unspoken belief that this man was who Lalin said he was, he was certainly involved in the new slaver ring, and that he should have been hung long ago whether he was or not.