Re: Alienage Back Entrance
Ordhan's eyes narrowed in suspicion when Dolain refused to allow Shartan to follow. Not only did the knight hold the Mabari in as high esteem as any Fereldener did, but the sharpness of the refusal made him wonder...the hound could be more perceptive than elf or dwarf or human, and could likely sniff out deception or ambush. No matter. Falina seemed as inclined to stay as he. Dolain had started off, but Ordhan was not concerned if he left them. Darrian seemed to be the one who gave him whatever information he knew. They could continue on with whatever plan Falina chose with or without him.
Ordhan cast a quick glance around. Luckily, the attention of those nearby seemed to have long since moved on. As strange as their group had been, it had dispersed, and even the outburst was simply another day's theatrics when it came to Denerim. The city saw many strange things on a regular basis. The novelty of each passed quickly.
He returned his attention to Falina. He was not sure precisely what her plan was, but he trusted that her experience in the underbelly of Orzammar would give her insight that would serve in Denerim. He knew the city, of the blood and grit that barely bothered to hide itself beneath the surface, but he neither understood nor tried to understand the minds behind it.
When Falina spoke to Davin, Ordhan muttered aside to Cormac, "Lalin described the slaver to the others, but chose to not follow the lead. She described him as tall and bulky, with blue eyes, stubble, and receding hair. It is not enough to go on, but all we have for now."