"Mmm. One moment." He tilted his head to the side to consider the climb, whether or not he would need the hook and line on his belt to safely ascend. Damp as it was- the likelihood of slipping was slightly higher than none and therefore a risk he wasn't willing to take. Zevran unclipped the hook from it's leather loop on his belt and unspooled the attached line, stepping back to find an appropriate anchor point. "You will both cover me, yes? Climbing will leave me terribly exposed should any of their archers linger."

He did not think there to be any in the surrounding bog but- if they were to take what they wished and kill scouts of the Inquisition? Another investigative party was not below their notice.

One swing, two, three and he flung the hook through the air, yanking sharply on the cord to seat it between two stones high on the outcropping. Behold. A path up. Hauling himself up hand over hand may have been showing off but- Harding. Scout harding. More than worth showing off for.