The elf's approach, while not quiet, went unheard by the knight; the sound of footsteps were swallowed in the general clamor, and it was not until the young man spoke up that Ordhan noticed his arrival. He turned, sharply, the greeting not quite preventing the defensive stiffening of his shoulders. The speaker was a dark-haired young elf, and behind him followed another man, this one older. Ordhan cast a glance between the two before lowering his head in a wary nod. No doubt these two were with the young woman, perhaps separated by the Darkspawn attack. Many Dalish were wary of humans, and in turn Ordhan was wary of entering their lands--but the bow held in the elf's hands was lowered, the arrow loose on the string. Two pairs of eyes looked over their company.
Hardly a moment had passed when the elder's expression changed dramatically, shock written clear across his face even beneath the winding tattoos. Ordhan's eyes darted to Faer when his name was said. The surprise was even more clear on the Warden's face, but in an instant he was walking to meet the other.
Though still vigilant for any other movement at the edges of their circle, Ordhan lowered his sword. The threat of Darkspawn attack seemed to have passed, for the moment, and the newcomers would no doubt be allies if held so dear to one of the Warden leaders. Satisfied that the situation was in hand, Ordhan kept his silence. His eyes remained on Faer and the older Dalish; if he was to guess, it would be that the other was in Faer's family, but resemblance was difficult to see beneath elvish tattoos. No doubt an explanation would come soon.