with (climbing) axes

[lacere]

WHO: Harding, Krem, Zevran
WHAT: Quest! Searching for the missing scouts, or, a supply delivery that failed to turn up at camp.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: Summary is here.

It was a miracle they found the cart at all, really, with it half stuck, half sunk in the bog - it was the Inquisition archer that gave it away, killed by someone who clearly knew what they were doing and clearly had the advantage. And likely took all the supplies that were presently missing to boot. If the scouts were missing... well, there was clearly negative interaction between an apparently hostile group and Inquisition members, so there's a possibility they might not-

Harding tries not to think about that too long. She stands up from where she's bent over next to the archer. "We'll have to come back and burn the body later," she says, because none of them are mages and matches in this maker-forsaken swamp are reluctant to light. "Don't want them coming back as one of the undead. Doubt they would, either."

For now, there were other matters to attend. As well as endless mire, there are rocks, and in her professional opinion in shooting things from height, it's easy to guess where the assiliant was hiding, even if the visual evidence points to the nearby rock face, too.

It doesn't look very friendly.

"Whomever killed them was waiting up there," she points with her own bow, which she's had out for much of the venture through the murk. Rule number one of the mire - don't let yourself be caught off guard by undead. She looks to Zevran (who looks remarkably pretty soaked to the skin) and Krem (glad to know those arms can hold a maul, he has very nice muscular arms) for their input. What now?

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[kremdelacreme]

"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.