Torrens was not a big fan of downtime. Unlike most other beings, his strength decreases substantially over time, so if he were to just laze around the Dungeon for a week he would dwindle to little more than a small campfire. To keep that from happening, Torrens went on frequent forays out into the world, burning down entire forests just to keep his strength up. He even burnt down a couple of farms just for fun, although he avoided villages lest he draw unwanted attention to himself and by extension the Master.

The rest of his time he spent in the Dungeon. He socialised, chatting with the other champions, or at least those who were sociable in nature. He noticed that Emily was not in the Dungeon. He had also noticed a new being in the Dungeon, who could be a Rogue Being, except that this being who went by the name of Faeles tried to slink away from all contact and questioning. This was rather suspicious behaviour to Torrens. It was possible that this was just in Faeles' character, but Torrens was still suspicious of this entity. He also inspected the work of the Keeper and his newly summoned minions. This was a familiar scene now. As a veteran servant of Dungeon Keepers, Torrens knew that every serious Dungeon Keeper had to have an army, and until now Clotho had been more of an actual Keeper than the Master with her army of insectoids.

As soon as he first saw the winged vanguards, Torrens had been quick to scoop off a handful of that green flame which crawled over their hide. To his mild disappointment he noticed that it wasn't soulflame, but it was at least magical, which made it useful. After getting some more of it, by harvesting some and burning down half a forest with the stuff, Torrens took some time in his room behind the forge to experiment. The magic fire behaved much like normal fire, being hot and burning combustibles, but it was much more difficult to extinguish than typical fire, which is a standard trait of most magical fires. An additional benefit of magical fires is that they are much easier to manipulate into complex forms than normal fire. Back when he had possessed soulflame Torrens had been able to create fiery forms with complex behaviours, such as a decoy of himself, or homing fireballs. This stuff had none of those animated properties, but it still expanded his box of tricks substantially.

Then, finally, the Master called a meeting. Torrens listened intently to the speech. When time came to inspect the scrying spell, Torrens was easily able to get a front row view, since nobody would want to get into a shoving contest with someone who's a couple thousand of degrees. As the description of the plan fell into place around him his face lit up with glee. As the champions began to split up, Torrens advised them, "You understand what this means? If this warlord is an actual Dungeon Keeper, then if we strike at his Dungeon and destroy his Dungeon Heart this warlord will become practically powerless." Torrens gave a maniacal laugh of his own and left, heading to the gathering army and joining their ranks.