"A lot of people aren't what they seem," Falina said thoughtfully, though her expression turned impish as she continued. "Except for Dolain, who appears to be exactly what he seems." Her face turned grim however, when Ordhan continued, and she glanced back at Dolain curiously. There had been no way the elf had overpowered Ordhan. It was either with bow or deception. "Is that why you didn't wan- you know what, it's none of my business. If you don't trust him, than neither will I."
She took in the description and pursed her lips, her eyes widening when he asked if she knew him. "Ordhan, I'm good, but not that go- Oh- the elf..." She glanced back at Darrian under the guise of confirmation, but honestly, she rather liked looking at him. He was at the right height that she could see his aristocratic features unfettered. "Not at all. His name's Darrian, apparently he's friends with Davin. They were happy to see one another."
Her hands shifted down to rest on her hips. "It's not too late unless he's gone." Quickly she peered around Ordhan's bulk into the heart of Denerim. "I'm guessing that he doesn't want to be seen. And the less attention on him the better. If he was in the market place, he's counting on the crowd hiding him." She returned her attention to Ordhan, thinking rapidly of the criminal elements back home. Falina had been taught from a very young age how to manipulate a crowd, and how to stay hidden while remaining visible. "I think if maybe we caused a scene, and drew enough people's attention, he might try to back as far away from us as possible. Just... all we'd need to do is look for the blue eyed, tall bulky, stubble clad, balding slaver rushing from a scene of a crime, and then nab him." She shrugged her shoulders, "Of course, when I say it like that, it seems both over the top and reckless, but what are we losing really? It's in the market, and gets some of us out of the Alienage. The rest can keep looking here."