Torrens cocked an eyebrow (or at least the facial feature of his which passed for an eyebrow) at Faeles' mention of 'repay', although all was well until he mentioned the Master's staff, at which point Torrens' face twisted to one of alarm. "Are you mad?" Torrens hissed, in similarly hushed tones. He continued, "I don't owe you that much. I had my own exit plan, as you can tell from me being alive and healthy right here. You just saved me the bother of dealing with that shaman."

Faeles' motives seemed clear to Torrens now, and why he so often appeared so shifty. He was a thief, after artifacts of power, in stark contrast to Torrens, who had been a warrior and Construct for as long as Keepers had been around. Not that Torrens disliked Faeles for it. Torrens furtively glanced behind him before leaning in even closer to Faeles, a distance which would have set Faeles alight if he was a creature of flesh. "And while I can't be positive, it's a safe bet that I've been around Dungeon Keepers for longer than you have. So I'll share with you this- Keepers draw their power from their Dungeon and conquered lands, not sticks and trinkets. Sure, his staff is probably powerful, but he could still tear you limb from limb without it. At least, if he can catch you."

Torrens straightened up and resumed his normal march, his face betraying no trace of the conversation which had just took place.