Well, no one ever claimed that they were hired for their subtlety.

Oh no, poor robot. Hope he hasn't broken down.

Anchor suggests that her shadow slink up the hill and collect the mime. Her shadow suggests that she must be joking. Shadow jump more people, after getting all those prisoners all that way earlier? Not a chance.
Which is fair enough.
So Anchor hops off the unicorn and addresses the fallen tree and challenges it in a loud and serious voice. "Alright, fallen tree. You have blocked this path for too long! I mean, probably not that long, since people probably come by this road in the daylight, but in any case, no longer. I will clear this path!"

She opens her spellbook, flips to the section on objects, inanimate specifically, and recites the spell "d͓̤̱̀ ̑҉c̠̘͚̊̀̓ͯ̂̔ ͚̬̖̻̺̤ͤ͊͝ỳ̮͕͙͍̳" but without putting much effort into it. A section of the tree a few feet wide starts to blacken and crumble to dust. But it's a bit too narrow for a caravan cart to fit through...
"Hey, mime, can you come down here for just a second. I mean, lend a hand?" she calls, pretending that the tree is being troublesome.