"...Alistair?" Somehow- Zevran is thoroughly unsurprised. Truly. If there was any member of their merry little band to arrive and find themselves in trouble within short order? His first guess would be Oghren. His second would be Alistair. At the very least he's floating instead of ankle deep in a bear's trap.

It could be worse.

"Give me a moment-" Climbing a tree is quite different from climbing a building- but Zevran makes his way from limb to limb all the same. "How did you manage this, mm? Annoy a witch?"