The trio that made up the team of Orcs that captured here was a microcosm of the village itself. An elder, wiser, who'd seen war, and believed in the new vision of their Chieftain to create strength through unity and peace. The young female, who was raised by a family of traditionalists who saw all other races and even other Orc clans as a threat that required quelling through violence. While the male, was impressionable, on the fence so to speak. He had curiosities about humans but his nature and instinct led him to tread cautiously. The journey was surprisingly short, some wondered if it was the magicks of the Shaman that allowed their village to hide. Others believed it was just clever positioning, the natural landscape and the dense tree-cover that would lead them to hiding in plain sight.<br/><br/>As they approached it was clear the mark the Orcs had made in the land, where there should be lush forest laid a rampart. It was not as grandiose as the castles of men and was made entirely carved from the massive tree trunks of the nearby forestry. Yet, it was intimidating nonetheless. The spires that made up the top of the walls were grinded down to sharp points. Essentially turning any object that struck the top of the wall into rubble from hitting the sharp points. Large braziers were burning near the entrance of the gate, casting a bright orange glow around the entrance. This allowed the guards manning the gate to see their brethren when they approached with prisoner in tow.<br/><br/>They hollered in Orc, somewhere between a battle cry and a welcome to herald their return. The trio of Orcs that surrounded Liirah did little more than heft their first in the air to acknowledge the welcome. The youngest male still clutching his axe in hand, making it perhaps look a touch more intimidating to an outsider. The majority of the village was however, in for the night, so when the massive gates were peeled open and they crossed the threshold into the village. They did not receive the attention they may have had it been a different hour. That didn't mean they didn't get some attention both the guards themselves and those gathered near the gate were glued to the woman and the trio as they entered the village.<br/><br/>While she may have felt trapped on the journey to the village, she may have felt protected by their presence now. As the gazes tossed her way really fell into two categories. Curiosity and disdain. The Chieftain's quarters were actually at the heart of the village, so while it was likely too dark for her to get a grand tour. She could see the natural beauty of their process. The homes expertly built on the natural plateau to the rolling hills. Which meant that the main road they walked along, was like a natural valley to the rising structures. Although Liirah couldn't see it all now, it was a fully-functioning village that most might not expect from an Orc society. They were often seen as savages, so, no one considered that they had fertile farming, or organized barracks and armory. That their shamans had private residences with text scrawled across animal skin that passed down the traditions of the magicka they had learned through the ages.<br/><br/>Ankhiel's quarters were larger than the average home, yet not opulent. He was after all, a warrior first. What should have come as no surprise though was that there was a contingent of guards on watch at the entrance to his residence. When they approached it the Elder Orc began to speak, however, there was no secrecy. He didn't hush his words. "Ankhiel eg zee Hunter, woman." He pointed towards Liirah standing behind him. The leader of the night-guard shook his head in disapproval. "Chieftain jat, naog jez. Nen." Orc didn't perfectly translate to Common. It was however roughly translated to that Ankhiel was sleeping. They would need to rouse him respectfully, and that before she meets Ankhiel she should be cleaned up as is tradition for outsiders meeting the Chief.<br/><br/>The elder Orc grunted his approval at the suggestion. "Gee." No it wasn't common, it was Orcish for affirmation. That's when he gestured they turn towards the path wrapping around the back of the Chieftain's home, away from the entrance. He made a comment to the younger male of the trio who nodded with affirmation. For the first time he slung his axe in the grip at the top of his spine. It had to be worn at an angle otherwise it's handle would touch the ground. The younger Orc disappeared, taking a different path. Unbeknownst to Liirah he was off to get her fresh garments to change into. Orc clothes. The female and the elder Orc took her around the winding path, it wrapped and was at a downward angle the entire time. As they got closer it would become evidence to Liirah why. The sound of the water splashing against the lake surface was a dull rumble in the background. Yet as they came to the base of the path, even in the darkness of night. The lake and it's waterfall were mesmerizing, the surface of the water practically a mirror to the rising moon. There was a variety of different takes in the ground with oil wrapped cloths at the top, stationary lanterns. The elder gestured towards them, the stakes in the ground lining near the shore of the lake. After his gesture the female Orc broke off to begin to light them, producing a small flint stone from her satchel and using her hand-axe to strike it and cast sparks against the oil soaked cloths.<br/><br/>"Human hunter, no weapons meet Chief. You bathe and wear Orc clothes. Tradition important." While out in the wilds, it was clear he'd held back some of his knowledge of common. It was a tactic after all, why let others gain comfort when you can have the upper hand? He didn't get all of the words, transitive words escaped him sometimes, but he spoke enough common to get his point across. He pointed towards the ground indicating where she should place her weapons and then gestured towards the crystal-clear lake. A sharp orange and yellow glow hit their backs when the female Orc lit the first torch and started to make her way towards the second.