Ambrose kept himself cloaked in his illusion as he watched the spectacle unfold.0

He had witnessed Harvey's winning streak and the ensuing chaos.0

He'd improved, but not by much.0

Ambrose wouldn't have needed to drag in a third party to stir things up. Even if he couldn't beat the orc, he would simply have provoked them into fighting among themselves. All it required was a little understanding of orcish traditions. Matriarchal tribes were despised by orthodox orcs. There were bound to be members of Sawtooth Blade's tribe who resented a woman in power.3

All he had to do was spend a little time gathering information, then engineer a few provocations. Tempt a few brainless orcs into poisoning or ambushing someone, and they'd start tearing each other apart.0

If he was subtle enough, he could steer clear from the mess entirely.0

Once a schism broke out, the tribe would leak like a sieve. Escaping would be trivial then. That female orc couldn't possibly watch him day and night without sleeping.0

Unfortunately, Harvey had chosen...0