Despite doing little to the foe in question, Clotho took satisfaction in the defeat of the rogue demon.  Of course, the entire situation displeased her.  Competence meant avoiding mistakes harmful to one's operation, and an error so crippling as summoning a towering flame [i]diabolos[/i] that couldn't be controlled struck her as particularly embarrassing.  Still, the fault lay not on her head, so the end of the fight marked the end of her involvement in the matter.  All that remained was to move ahead.

Framing the humans for the massacre of the dwarven outpost appeared to Clotho, at least at first, to be a task for which she was singularly ill-suited.  It irritated her, though for no discernible reason, that the only worthwhile feedback offered by her compeers so far was the incineration of her soldiers.  To be certain, Clotho did not treasure the individual members of her insect horde, but she valued them and their battle efficiency far more than some allies she could name.  As strong as a single fighter was, no magic or strength was infinite, and an individual could never accomplish as much as an army could.  If not for her forces providing the main backbone of the attack, the dwarves would have beaten each member of the Overlord's so-called elite one by one, however enflamed their egos.  As such, it rubbed Clotho the wrong way to see her comrades so eager to torch her servants.  They were fodder, but deadly, effective, and essential fodder.

An idea struck Clotho after a few moments.  [color=9F8170]"My Antlions' pointed legs and weight have made indents in the softer portions of the ground.  I can get my Myrmidons to smooth the streets out.  My methods of fighting differ from the humans; they use arrows and siege weapons on wheels.  If we have arrows and wheels in stock, we can simulate the aftermath of battle.  Tracks here, stuck arrows, split ones.  Some human weapons we've gathered can be damaged and littered about as well."[/color]  The swarm queen issued some commands to her Lambent to fly back through the tunnels to the Dungeon and gather the requested items.  [color=9F8170]"Should make for a convincing setup.  I, however, am not needed, and will retire to my research."[/color]  Her wings beat like a hummingbird;s in preparation to zip away.