"If I know Orcs...even ones driven into slavery will be hard to contain." Cyrdic had to admit, and gave the group and a stoic nod. It was the best idea they had short of redirecting a lava flow to enter the temple valley, and that simply was a bit too hair brained even for this group. Skaldi seemed displeased that they had to use greenskins of all things, but upon imagining the mayhem, he quickly grew satisfied at the thought. 

"Hide yourselves, I'll open the pens." Cyrdic said. And he stepped forward before he felt a slim hand on his chest, the knowledge it was Camilla rather than her strength kept him from moving forward.

"No, vado." She said softly. Cyrdic had been around her long enough to know she was telling him she would do it. "Camilla..." 

She shut him up with a longing kiss that made his strong legs weak, and she held his face. "I'll be fine. Hide." she told him. He sighed and nodded, and lead the others away. As much as he hated to admit it, Camilla was just as proficient at slipping out of trouble as she was getting into it. If Cyrdic opened those pens, he'd likely be overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the Orcs, even if he managed to kill a few. 

The group began to stagger their formation, hiding behind pillars and stones, likely used for seats for some dark gather, and awaited the chaos that would ensue. 
[@Penny]