No, look there—

[ With perhaps a very welcome measure of sobriety, Anders points over Alistair's shoulder, eyeing the spot where he picked the helmet from. There's a flat slab of stone just behind it, worn smooth, with a now unreadable inscription scraped into it. ]

It's a grave. Well, a sort of one, anyway, I think. Obviously there's nothing buried here, but given the Darkspawn, probably there wasn't anything left to bury...