Conlan touched his mug to Ordhan's with a clank, and then lifted it to his mouth, drinking quickly. He quirked a brow at Ordhan's comment. It occurred to Con, that it seemed as though he had spent more time arguing in the past couple of months then he had his entire life. Maybe that was to be expected, most people who signed up to be legendary heroes, or follow them probably held to a philosophy that was different from his.
But the arguments with Ordhan bothered him. By this point the two men ought to know enough about each other to not have to disagree so much. Maybe it's because they never really talked. As much as Con wanted to keep his past buried, and was bothered when someone pried, he didn't like the idea of him and Ordhan being just superficial friends.
"You don't think our better days are behind us? I mean... two Blights? Like those are supposed to be centuries apart, we didn't even get more than one decade. What, were the dragons sleeping together?" He tried a different tactic, asking about Ordhan's beliefs, instead of simply rejecting.