"That might be for the best. I do not think that what she has is suited for travel." Even as he spoke, his mind quailed at the idea of her out on the road with the company. Ordhan knew that his knowledge of her was severely limited, a decade and a half out of date and confined to the walls of a brothel, but surely even so much time could not have changed her into a woman fit for seeking battle and danger. Such worries were masked behind a half-meant smile as he went on, "I do not think she will need our help in getting what she needs."
Ordhan followed Conlan's gaze as he came and went in the house. For all of his friend's lightheartedness and joking about the matter, he could tell that leaving this place meant something to him, even if it was just one part of leaving the city behind, or more likely, the trappings of his old life.
It was, in fact, a very good time for a drink.
"We have the time for it," Ordhan answered, letting a more genuine smile show. "One last drink in Denerim, for old times' sake?" Conlan might scoff at the sentiment, but when did he not?