"Then there lies our first destination," Airinthia said. She'd heard of the Tower, back in camp at Ostagar, though it had been told that the tower had been long abandoned, mainly used as a guidepost. The few times that she'd gotten close enough to it, she hadn't sensed any life within it's walls, though she hadn't thought of the possibility of it merely being a holding place for weapons and armor storage. Now that she thought about it, it would make sense that there would be some supplies there. Hopefully a bit more, as given his condition, healing poultices were the least of his worries. He could certainly use a good cleaning, as there didn't seem to be an inch of him not covered in the black vile of darkspawn blood. "Are you able to walk, Ser?" she asked. She wasn't aware of his name yet, and as it seemed more than likely that she would be his traveling companion for some time since there weren't any Templars around and Mages were not allowed to be on their own outside the Circle Tower, calling him Gray Warden would soon get old.