Re: Break 3:: Denerim Market
It was not quite the connection Ordhan had been hoping for; he was desperate for a lead, for something to justify the delay he had caused. She knew less than he did. Though what she told him was only a guess, it was a good one, and very likely the truth. His brows drew together as his mouth thinned into a line. If Lillian had come all the way from Rivain out of concern for this friend, it was likely too late. It also meant that she cared a great deal for her. It was a struggle to think of her as someone with cares and worries of her own; though his hesitation was rooted in the malformed thinking of the past, it was one of the few outlooks he had not driven himself to change.
He opened his mouth to explain, but they were still at the alley's mouth, too much in the open. With a tilt of his head to indicate behind him, he reached a hand towards her elbow but not quite touching it to coax her further in. "I will tell you."
"We believe that a slaver is in the marketplace this very moment," he began in a quiet, solemn voice. "A Grey Warden and a few others are in the market, and I am to watch to see if their plan flushes him out." His lips twitched into what was almost a smile, though more sheepish than anything. "The roof offered a better vantage."