As Faeles sat next to Torrens, he gave Faeles a nod of acknowledgement. When Faeles shared his intrigue, Torrens replied, "A king, eh? If he becomes a problem we may have to kill him." As Faeles elaborated, Torrens stroked his chin for a few moments as he considered this information. "Sounds like a creature of flesh, either way. Easier to deal with than the other sort." Torrens looked skywards, following where Faeles had looked earlier, and managed to spot the tiny speck which was Clotho, high above. There was no sign of this flying orc king yet, although he felt a twinge of concern for Clotho, who would have no idea that perhaps her greatest threat came from above.

The distant sound of a brawl snapped his attention back to earth. He couldn't see D'Artagnan, which didn't mean much at this distance, but there seemed a good chance that this warrior had started fighting the orcs. To Faeles he responded, "Let's."

Between his hands he generated a fireball, roughly a meter in diameter. Holding the fireball in his left hand, he took the pointer finger of his right hand and twirled it around the fireball, from top to bottom, binding it in the magical green flame and compressing it to the size of a baseball. Torrens took another look at the camp, took a few steps back, then threw the ball with a running overarm throw towards the camp. The fireball streaked across the sky like a comet, flying in a smooth parabola until it hit a tent across from the tent where the brawl had broken out. On impact the magical bindings were shattered and the fireball exploded, covering the entire tent in flames in an instant. If that didn't divert attention from D'Artagnan, nothing would.

As Faeles slunk across the ground towards the camp, Torrens broke cover and also advanced on the camp, intentionally going in the opposite direction to Faeles. Glowing like fire in the dusk light, Torrens would be plain to see to all who looked in that direction. This was, of course, his intent. The orcs would see him and blame him for the fire and go after him, leaving their backs turned to the others in his party. At least, that's what Torrens hoped.