"Mercenary or opportunist most likely. It does not look like the work of Crows. They wouldn't leave a body." Zevran kneels next to the archer, examining the arrow more than anything else. From the looks of things? He'd say it was an ambush, someone that lay in wait and swooped off with the entirety of the expected supplies. Either the remainder of the scouts were dead or undead and wandered off doing whatever it is these corpses do when not harassing members of the Inquisition. Dancing? Playing cards?

The idea is an amusing one even for a moment.

"Well I suppose the best way to see where they went afterward would be to climb up and look for tracks, yes?" He is already sheathing his blades and slinging his bow across his back, gauging the best means of reaching the top.