Recognizing that he was out of his depth, Bróin hides within the bough of a nearby tree in anticipation of the battle to come. Like as not he would be more of an obstruction than an asset in any battle with the orcs, but all told the Dwarf was in no mood for a fight; loathe as he was to let an enemy such as this escape retribution, now was not the time to be picking fights when stealth would better serve them.
Vara for her part had volunteered to serve as bait, flying ahead to draw any orcs in by hurling obscenities and insults at them. Once properly riled she had no doubt of their desire for blood, or that they would easily fall into any trap set for them. Such was the plan at least...