Orduin stayed to himself for most of the night.

For the better part of the night Orduin stayed to himself, whilst the refugees fought over food he decided he'd not take part in the potential death of their camp. Allowing himself to relax and hang around in the back of the crowd, in actuality he was likely less to be attacked due to the lack of noise coming from his mouth or body. He watched Cynebur and observed her anger. It seemed as if she was angry about something but none the less Orduin stayed put where he was having a rough time falling asleep he'd take out a sharpening stone from his left waist pouch. Thoughts in his head almost told him to take a bite of the white stone that looked like some form of white cheese... but he knew better and took to sharpening both of his blades instead.