He did not say his thoughts, that fighting seemed a far simpler task, but it would mean more danger for the less experienced among them, including Falina. After a moment's confusion over the new nickname (Sparky? Mages used lightning, but he was obviously no mage), Ordhan shook his head. Dolain likely seemed just a dirty and flippant urchin to the rest. "I am sorry, I don't mean that, and you are," he hastily replied. "But Falina, he--" His brows drew together as he hesitated. Was there really a way to convey his distrust without explanation? "He is more dangerous than he looks. He...he nearly killed me, before." The prickly sensation of acute embarrassment grew in his stomach, but he forced himself to not look away. "I don't trust him," he concluded lamely.
The subject left him deeply uncomfortable, and he hastened to speak of something else. "Lalin described the man. Blue eyes, tall and bulky build, stubble, receding hair. It is not much to go on. If he is here, I am certain he would be connected to the ones we are looking for." He glanced again at those nearby, again noticing the stranger that Falina had waved to. "Do you know who he is?" he asked. At the moment, there seemed to be nothing to do but wait for Lalin and Dolain to stop arguing so they could return to...whatever it was they were doing before. Perhaps... "She saw him a moment before pulling us aside. Do you think it is too late to look into?" The other three Wardens did not want to follow the lead, but Falina was a Warden too, after all.