It was about time for Scribleface to realize there was a serious situation.
People were shouting at each other, magic was being channeled, people seemed stressed.
He new just how to calm people down. He lit his torch and walked over.
He grabbed a few herbs from a pouch on his belt and scattered them over the torch.
The torch flared up and started to produce a thick black smoke that rose up and fanned out,
hiding them from the approaching golems.

"There, I bought you some time. I hope you have something planned."