That was sort of the point to Krem's having found an alternate path upward while Zevran found his way to the top more quickly; an archer could provide better cover, while Harding's eyes were better for spotting the little clues here and there that he himself might miss. Having the two of them in the same party made him feel a hell of a lot better about all of this, if only because they could do the fast and findy things while he could protect the two of them with brute force if need be. And provide logical answers to the odd questions that would pop up here more likely than not.

When the two of them arrive at the top, Krem takes up a spot next to Zevran, thinking along the same lines as he scanned the area. Had he been an archer, he could have easily found the ideal angles from which to fire on the Inquisition's forces.

"Scout Harding. Check around for signs of a body, maybe a struggle, traces of blood, something," he suggests, kneeling down near the gap in the rocks that might have provided the cover needed to take their men by surprise. There was no way Leliana's men had just missed this perch, not from the positioning of the supply cart.