Beleth nods, and tries to look nearly as confident as all the others are. She was a Dalish, she was going to face danger without fear. Okay. She can do this. It's not like eight--nine--lives are depending on her to not fuck this up. And it's not like fucking up is her main skillset. What would her mother do if she were here instead?

Send a letter to the Crows that made them feel so utterly humiliated that they turned Zevran over of their own free will, probably.

Slowly, she gives another nod, as if to assure herself as much as them. Her eyes dart over the three figures gathered there, and then she turns to the stronghold. Bull nixed the exploding doors, so she was going to have to do this the hard way. Crouching down, hanging on what shadows she could, Beleth sneaks on down to the door that they selected. She inspects it a moment, and takes out one of the lockpicking tools from her belt, slowly poking at the lock. After a few moments, she frowns, prods the lock once or twice, then shakes her head.

Silently, she motions the qunari away, and backs up herself, pulling an arrow out of her quiver. Well, they weren't supposed to make more noise than necessary, but when the only other option is disarming the trap by having someone blunder into it...She gets on her knee, steadying the shot, and fires an exploding arrow at the lock.

At the explosion, she smiles, and feels a little better.