It had felt nice to get out on the roads again, although this part of Ferelden was new to Eligia. She had spent more of her time in the eastern parts since she had arrived by way of Gwaren. It was lusher here near the lake, but that only meant the roads were muddier than mere dry dirt. Less that she needed her veils to protect against, but a part of her sorely missed paving stones. And the rain! Did it have to be so cold? She definitely missed the soft, warm showers found further to the north. Still, it wasn't like her to complain. Indeed, she frequently tried to make the journey less tedious by singing as they walked, the slight jingling of the coins sewn to her clothes providing a merry percussion, hoping the cheerfulness of the music would rub off on her companions.
With the tower in full view, the Rivaini's gaze kept tracking out over the water. After all, did not the legends state that the object was under the lake? And surely the mages' tower was not built upon nothing... Perhaps it was only a coincidence. Perhaps not.
Suddenly, she felt her skirts tug slightly as something abraded the silk. Looking down, she sighed. More sandstone. She had seen plenty of sandstone rocks along this journey. But, wait... Something was not like the other stones they had passed. These had distinct marks on them--marks not made by anything she knew of in nature. No, a human hand had helped same them. And there were markings... Her sharp eyes raked over the details. The carvings were somewhat weather-worn, but she could still make them out somewhat. They looked distinctly like writing... From what she could see, quite possibly Tevinter writing, if she wasn't mistaken.
"Ay, mi belli!" she called out to the Wardens leading them. "This may be worth your interest."