Conlan's fingers wrapped around the ring in his hand. He reached down to his belt, flipping open the loose leather flaps there and letting it fall into the pouch. He wouldn't wear it, he could find no reason to keep it, especially not after having encountered the one who gave it to him after they had... parted ways, yet he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. He looked back toward Ordhan.
"Well... that kid Davin seems like he could stand to be better equipped. Hard to fight darkspawn with nothing but a loot. Cyrill will bring better armor then any of us own." He paused for a second trying to remember the name of the dark haired woman Ord had brought with him to deal with the slavers.
"And... Lillie was it? She probably needs weapons and armor. Dunno why you wanted her to come along, but we've already had a few strange additions to the group." Con stepped over to the closet. He doubted he would have room for much. Maybe an extra shirt and a spare pare of trousers. He grabbed both looking back toward Ordhan.