A look is shared between the scouts, the soldier shifting her weight from foot to foot as. There's a quiet moment where they confer together, glancing at between Morrigan, Kain and the rest of the gathered company.

"Half a dozen zealots, at least two mages," the soldier says at last, glancing to the archer to confirm.

"We believe we saw a spellbinder but they're sticking close to the artifact, likely the one entrusted to see it delivered safely. Not that that'll be happening," he hastens to add, giving a grim smile.

"Oh and no gladiators fortunately. Bloody hurts when they rush you with those shields."

"Red Templars though. At least one archer."

The pair fall silent, ready for further questioning and to allow the assembled group to confer amongst themselves.