Scout nodded, ever so slightly, when the Qunari refused their order. Half of the dwarf's profession revolved around observing potential enemies, so he was quite used to assessing people and beasts, and always felt immense satisfaction to have judged correctly. Still, for a moment, he'd thought Maas might actually Join.

Scout turned to Levine when he was addressed, and watched the pendant's surface swirl and morph. The ex-Legionnaire did not much care for magic, having no fond memories of it, but he'd never met anyone who did not want arcane assistance on their side, including himself.

"Thank you, Commander," he said, simply, taking the chain. After a moment spent observing the swirl of dark ichor in the pendant, Scout pulled the symbol over his head, finding his shaved head and short beard particularly advantageous in this.

"How do Imperials handle their dead?" he finally asked, turning to the young half-human mage, now more motionless than her unconscious counterpart. While not so pious as some other dwarves, attending to the dead in proper fashion was important to Scout, and, if only for a moment, this girl had been a Warden; an ally.