The knight watched his friend unwrap the parcel. No recognition crossed Conlan's face when he saw what was inside. It was no surprise; many years had passed since Conlan had even the chance to see it, and even then it might have been nothing of consequence.
Ordhan lowered his eyes concedingly. "I thought that you might not," he answered, slow and cautious. Now that it was too late to hesitate any more, words came more easily, if only a little. Conlan had already stored it away, as he had the gold ring before it, but Ordhan felt that more explanation was deserved. "It belonged to your mother," he went on. "It should have been yours for whatever reason you wished after the seige, but...I did not want to bring it up." Perhaps the honesty was too blunt, but what was there for Ordhan to say but that? Even if he had the skill to sugar his words, he would not have wanted to.