Conlan sat quietly for a moment. He'd thought about what Ordhan had said, and it was something he feared would lead to a debate. After all, Angus Dealiane had risen rather far in the Denerim Guard, and he was a man made almost entirely f ideals. And while Conlan was vocal about his doubts when it came to things like honor, and glory and that, he never could sit by and let someone else say anything but praise about his father. And that fierce dedication also extended to Ordhan. Unlike Con, Ordhan had managed to follow Angus' path, even beyond where the old man had gotten himself.
Conlan had his doubts over whether or not the elves would look at the situation as a chance to band together, or an opportunity to get what they wanted. Though in the end, he was kind of looking forward to finding out at least a little about the Dalsih.
When Ordhan spoke Conlan looked at him with curiosity. What could Ord possibly have? Maybe some message from Alistiar, or some instance from the Arlessa? Ord had gone to see her, and Lelahai did have a precedent for interfering in Conlan's life.
"...Okay... it's not another bottle of ale is it?"