Big Bob paced around.
So he was stuck at the end of the world and couldn't move anywhere - backwards lay Yew and the prison from where he had just been sprung, and forwards meant almost certain death before he could get anywhere near any of his allies. [Of course, Orcs dont think in patterns like this. An Orcish thought process would have been more like, "me go back guard kill me, me go forward monsters kill me. me stuck.]
They had appeared at the cell Big Bob had been moved to, entering via a secret door which the big orc had been chiselling away at for some time. The attacks on the Moongates had been a cover for this operation and they had taken full advantage of this - moving swiftly and professionally, dispatching the few guards who were left with ease.
The next step was getting out of this damn place and making his way back home and taking his place amongst the generals of the new army which was being formed. There were a few old scores to settle in felucca at some point - but that could wait.
Big Bob had promised his new found allies two hundred of his Black Hand guard at his friends insistence. It was either that or die at their hands. These were cold, calculating killers who had planned this move to the exact second of its execution.
Big Bob looked back out of the window and wondered when they would return...