"Ser Ordhan," answered the knight, accompanying his answer with a shallow bow from the waist and a respectful tilt of his head.
The comment that accompanied the question amused him for some reason. He could not understand why the dwarf thought a knight would need traps. For that matter, he could not understand why the other would need to make so many. Was there really that much of a demand for it? To be fair, in addition to Ordhan's newfound fear of the things, his experiences limited his understanding of why the things would be useful. Having come straight to Denerim after a sheltered (though far from spoiled) life on the Wyland estate, he had never lived on a farm with wolves hovering at the borders, nor had to make a living off of the wilds. If he had the wits for them he could have found some use while on the road, adding fresh meat to what sparse supplies he carried--but he didn't, and would especially not be inclined to, now.