The Qunari really did annoy Scout, he'd become increasingly aware, but he ignored the larger soldier's disrespect. No good would come of an outburst, as many days in the dark of the Deep Roads had taught him. The dwarf instead listened to his Commander, and nodded slightly at the mention of a pyre. The extent to which it was almost the opposite of the dwarven practice of returning the dead to Stone was somehow reassuring.

Again though, the silver giant carelessly disregarded the dead Warden, treating her as a sack of mushrooms over his shoulder. Scout idly wondered how difficult it would be to leap up and put a knife in the warrior's eye. For safety's sake, he kept his hand from the hilt of an applicable blade as he watched his Commander and their ally leave the tower.

Only when they were gone did he relax, turning his vision to his new, less-than-conscious peer. Scout recognized that before his Death, he would have spent a goodly length of time contemplating the young woman's looks, despite her being twice his height. The years since that day though, had left him mercifully capable of dousing any such fantasies, and at this state of his life, he was more concerned with the fact that she was a mage.

This was only the third mage that Scout had met in his life, not including Surfacers he'd smuggled Lyrium to. After all, one didn't know what someone met under such circumstances used the stuff for. Still, all three of those he'd known to be magical had been Warden recruits, and both had died for that cause, only one making it to her Joining. Scout wondered if it meant anything about this third mage that she'd survived the Joining, but decided it didn't. He'd seen many comrades die from the Taint, regardless of their virtues or vices. The Joining likely had a similar illogic.

Eventually though, despite Commander Levine's request in case Isala woke, the two taller males returned from the pyre with their only living mage unawake. Scout stood when the Qunari readied himself, though not with any great haste. He walked over to Isala then, pulling her unconscious mass into a sitting position against a wall.

"Almost wish we had horses," he opined, not particularly meaning it. He didn't trust the creatures, having only met a very few in his weeks on the Surface.