Gregory Listened from where he was standing. It was nowhere near close to normal hearing distance, and there was plenty of background noise as the orcs shifted to follow their chief's orders. It didn't matter.

Gregory wished to hear what was being said, and so it happened.

Borika's words momentarily confused him. There were no enchantments running throughout the camp. He could feel the flow of magic through him and sensed no traces of any attempts to lull him to sleep.

It was a strange sense to navigate. Too much information to process properly. Closing his eyes, he focused upon it and pushed his awareness outward to the nearest sleeping orc. At first he could sense no magical outside influence keeping the creature slumbering. It wasn't until he pushed his senses beneath the orc's skin that he discovered the cause of the unnatural sleep. The enchantment resonated out of the digestive system, and ran in the water the orc had been consuming. By the extent of the contamination to the system, the water must have been magically influenced for a number of days.

It was an ingenious implementation of the spell, completely bypassing the bodies natural magical resistances until the caster could activate it. Actually influencing the mind of a sentient creature with magic was no easy feat, and would have taken a great source of power. This was designed to work more subtly, and flow with the natural workings of the mind when it was at its weakest. It would rely on the victim already being asleep, and merely tricked the body into maintaining a depth of unconsciousness that came naturally at certain hours of the night. That explained why it had Likely not worked on every orc in the camp, as not all of them would have retired at the same hour.

Gregory focused on the nature of the spell, and as he did it seemed the population of enchanted orcs lit up before his awareness. It took him only a moment to break the spell, and when he opened his eyes the entire encampment was awoken.

Janette floated before him, having remained at his side for the duration of the battle.

“Greg? I think it's time to take off the ring. You don't look so good."

That was odd. He felt fine. Though when he looked over himself he immediately saw what she meant. The ring still radiated with Light, but his own spiritual essence had faded considerably since he'd put the thing on.

"I can't take it off, Jan. I'd lose you."

"I don't think you can hold me here like this forever." She reached forward and ran her fingers down his cheek. There was no sense of actual touch, but he felt her spiritual energy making his skin tingle beneath his helmet.

“No. I can't," he stated simply.

It was at that moment that Algra shoved her way out of the crowd of moving green bodies and pointed one of her swords toward him.

“You! Halt right there! Do not move!"

Algra had sought out their strange ally the moment that the battle was won. To her, he was only a mysterious figure in dark armour unlike anything she'd seen before. Though her order for him to remain still seemed unnecessary, for he didn't even appear to be breathing as he stood like a statue looking across the square.

In all her years she had never even heard of such a display of power as the one the armoured one had shown. Not by any allied mage or shaman at any rate. Was he some sort of rogue demon? If he was then he could potentially be dangerous to them. He needed to be questioned.

Soon after she called out to him she began closing the ground between them, and he vanished in a blur. She stopped, and looked around to see him standing in the distance and immediately fell into a sprint of her own. It happened again when she neared him, and again he appeared before her in the distance. That time, when she ran to him she thought she heard him speaking to someone in a voice heavily muffled by his helmet.

In this time, she could only ascertain that he wasn't an orc, and that he was most likely male.

It didn't even occur to her that he might have been Gregory until it became clear that he was leading her toward Bolut's camp. No other orc had followed her, not even out of curiosity or concern. Couldn't they see him? A humanoid in full-plate wasn't exactly something that passed unremarked in orc society. Humans weren't generally allowed armour or arms of any kind.

Eventually, they passed into the camp and she felt a resurgence of sorrow at the sight of her home littered with the bodies of her friends and those she was supposed to protect. The human stood by the campfire, and again he disappeared toward the jungle before she could attempt to stop him.