"I think my report will have to wait until later, Jolie." I mumbled as Kiya started kicking out the fire, and Nero gave me the order to scout the perimeter.
"Looks like things are back to normal, as much as that word applies in this dimension." I glanced a half-apologetic, half-defeated look toward Jolie, as I began floating up and away from the group to begin my scouting. Of course, I had heard the dwarf stomping through the underbrush before he entered camp, but since he wasn't charging or sneaking I had deduced that he was no threat. The other sounds in the distance were troubling, however, so I decided to distance myself from the bustle of the camp to ferret them out.
It took me only a few brief seconds to decipher that a pack of Orcs -- red Orcs -- were galloping in our general direction. "I wonder what they are looking for?" I mused.
They were far enough away that I had time to do a quick circle around the entire camp just to make sure there wasn't another party of Orcs flanking us or setting up an ambush for our escape. Then, I made a beeline for the group and saluted Nero as I gave my report:
"A pack of Red Orcs converging on our position, sir! At least two dozen by my best estimation. No evidence of maneuvering foes in any other direction. I recommend immediate strategic withdrawel in [color:"yellow"]that[/color] direction, sir." And I saluted again, clicked my heals, and looked as serious as an Imp can without looking like I was mocking or joking. It took a lot of effort.