When he saw Falina walking towards him, Ordhan smiled, both relief and apology in the expression. Whatever Dolain had said or done, he wanted her away from him, but didn't want to drag her off like a disobedient child.
It did not occur to him to take offense at her tone. He had expected frustration, and in part he shared in it. Both their mission and the task at hand were going to be complicated; he hoped they would not be made more so by conflict and secrecy among their leaders. His hand fell away from the hilt of his sword to rest on her shoulder. "No need to apologize. It sounds about right," he said with a rueful smile. He had heard the name Cormac in her mumbled apology, and couldn't help but be amused; the particular style of sarcastic resentment did sound very much like the guff mercenary.
"Nothing was decided," he explained. His voice was loud enough for her to hear, but low, masked by the clamor of the nearby argument. "Lalin thought she recognized someone from the slave ring fifteen years ago, out in the Market Square, and the others did not want to follow it." From his tone, it was apparently that he was both skeptical of the former and confused by the latter. Perhaps Lalin had only wanted the three of them to hear what she said, but Ordhan both found no reason to hide it, especially from Falina.
The literal-minded knight might have replied that things could be worse: none of them had been attacked or captured or killed, after all, but that was the last thing he was thinking of at the moment. A stormy scowl replaced the mild expression. "He did what?" His jaw tensed as he shot a glare at Dolain. Sure, it was nothing compared to shooting someone who had laid down their weapons or robbing someone and leaving them to a long, painful death, but it stoked anger and disgust regardless.