The knight's gratitude was all too apparent when Falina chose not to press him further. He nodded, the motion stiff from lingering embarrassment. "I just want you to be safe," he muttered. "Though I know you can handle yourself." She seemed puzzled at first at his question; as he thought over what he had asked, he realized his mistake. "I am sorry, I am distracted." Perhaps the exchange between Davin and this Darrian was just a greeting between friends. If it had nothing to do with their purpose, remaining near had no point, whether for them or for the quarrel.
"I will go with you if you have a plan. I think there is no--"
He cut off at the sound of a fist connecting with flesh, and he glanced back at the others to see Dolain rubbing a mark on his chin as Lalin strode away. He was not truly surprised; she was obviously furious, and even more so after her the flippant response. What did surprise him was Dolain's response. The two had been shouting back and forth, but now Dolain raised his voice even higher as he yelled at her retreating form.
Strange words from someone who abandoned the group at the first sign of trouble. But why bother trying to make sense of it? Lalin had said they were once lovers, and perhaps Dolain thought love would make her blind; his own hatred had certainly done the same to him. Ordhan met Dolain's furious glare with a stoic expression. The implication that he would betray Lalin and Falina was so preposterous that is was almost funny. He knew that neither of them would take it to heart.
At first Ordhan found himself irked by the display, but then it occurred to him that this ex-lovers' quarrel could be useful in its own way. Who would guess they were here for something important if all they had done so far is stand around and fight each other?
The thought disappeared in an instant as Dolain shouted out the details of last night's tragedy. Wonderful. Blood of elves and shem--very subtle. Justice? Even worse. They had by no means been subtle in their arrival, but their purpose had at least been vague. Of course a group such as theirs would draw attention, but onlookers would only be able to guess at their business in the Alienage. Now, Ordhan wouldn't be surprised if anyone even remotely connected to their quarry were safely in hiding by now.
But now Dolain was walking away, and after a moment's conversation with Davin, Darrian with him. Ordhan frowned in thought. Dolain had left before Davin had made his accusation last night; how did he know what justice to seek? Was it an aimless quest to avenge the spilled blood, or did Dolain actually know about the slavers? If the latter, the other elf, this Darrian, may have told him. It would be pointless to try to stop them to find out, himself.
Ordhan glanced down at Falina, a rueful half-smile on his face. "Your call, Falina."