Storytime
Oh look. There's a little black dot up in the sky. And it's moving quite rapidly. Towards the bonfire, it looks like. Starting to get bigger, too. Little arms and legs, flailing about in the air.
As the incoming figure grows closer and closer, a faint, far off noise fills the air. It gets louder and lower pitched the larger the figure becomes.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" says the figure.
By now it's close enough that those assembled around the bonfire can see it. It appears to be an orc of some variety, clothed in a black suit. A tie sits around his neck, flapping in the wind as the orc falls. Clutched in one of his hands is an axe of rather pointy design.
I really hope someone down there knows Feather Fall, or else there's going to be an ugly, red mess.