There's no shout for aid but the sound of grisly combat follows as Loghain, true to his earlier ambitions, makes short work of the corpses now descending upon him. (Get it? Short work? Because he's hacking them off at the kneecaps?)

One he's downed them, and sporting only the most cursory of war wounds himself, he strides quickly towards Anders and Nathaniel and positions himself between them and the additional corpses who come shambling forwards. "Hurry, before we're overrun," he commands--and command is the correct word; slipping into battle brings the field commander out of him with no effort at all. "They'll flank us, we must rejoin the others."