Johann frowned peevishly up at the dark-haired mage woman, irritated to be spoken to like a child by someone she probably had at least a decade on. Sure she was short, sure if she'd heard it from any friend of hers she'd just laugh and pay it back, but from some strange mage and under the circumstances it plain rubbed her the wrong way. Come along, honestly. Still, the gal was helping without wasting time. Couldn't argue with that. Still stretching her sore limbs she followed in the wake of the mage, whose next comment elicited a smirk. "What, they got no doors up in that fancy castle?" She realized a beat later the rest of what the girl'd said but didn't have a chance to formulate a question about it before the mage asked the Templar to run ahead. Funny, she didn't think that was how the whole mage-Templar thing worked, but who was she to comment.
"G'wan then," she replied to the funny little Templar's query, stopped for a moment behind the Enchanter. She watched him run off in his armor, amused, and started following in that direction with surprisingly long strides for someone with such short legs. Han'd been to Redcliffe before, she knew the lay of the land. She loped down the stairs off the boardwalk and held a hand over her eyes to squint, peering at the people milling about the edges of the square.
"So what's this I hear about Wardens?" she asked, not quite glancing back at the mage. That'd be a hell of a thing, Grey Wardens. Not like it wasn't already painfully obvious there was something wrong around here, but it was good to know that this time the Wardens actually had their shit together for it.