Faeles made Torrens uneasy. He schemed, plotted, threatened. He knew more than he should. And he demanded that he be given that favour, if not now then next time. But as Faeles disappeared he brushed that aside. 'Next time' was a problem for the future, although he would be keeping an eye on Faeles. He could have any number of tricks hidden up his sleeves.

When the Horde arrived at the orc settlement, he saw the dragon with his own eyes, and was struck with awe. He had never, in fact, seen a true dragon before, despite the many Ages he had fought through. Draconic beings and dragon-like creatures, yes, but not true dragons. It made him wonder why Keepers didn't use dragons more often? They possessed incredible strength, natural armour, flight, and raw power.

Additionally, he was grateful that he had decided to flee the village rather than stay, for he knew he had very little that could harm a dragon. Of course, he could kill pretty much anything if he pumped a few gigajoules into an explosion, but that also includes himself, which generally makes it a rather poor strategy. There existed other, more exotic types of magical fire, soulflame being his favourite, that could bypass most forms of fire resistance, but he did not have any such flames.

While the Horde waited on the deliberations between the Keeper and Dragon, Torrens laid low, keeping his distance from the orc camp. He knew that they would probably get riled up, or quite upset, if they recognised him, and that could spoil whatever alliance the Keeper was cooking up.

He did not (yet, anyway) notice Gormlag, on his vengeful trek through the Horde's ranks.