"Large as we're getting, it's to be expected," Krem murmured, leaving Zevran to his examinations and heading further down the path that twisted between crags of rock and puddles deep enough to snap unsuspecting ankles that sank into the mud. He picked his way along it carefully. In spite of the comment, he didn't think that the Inquisition's scouts were the sorts to abandon their purpose. If nothing else, Lady Nightingale would flay them alive for it.