It was amazing how simple actions could determine the life or death of those involved in that odd square off. Once Liirah had removed the bolt from her crossbow and offered it towards the elder of the three Orcs. The female orc gave an unsatisfied "Hmph" in protest of the fact that Liirah did not surrender her weapon to her or the ground. The elder Orc briefly focused his attention on his subordinate, as if his gaze could lay the demands that his words would not in that moment. A silent will of "Mind your place!" seemed to translate through the veil with his intentions. As his gaze fixed back to the human hunter, her expression made an amused one take it's place on his face. "Fushaum vogal Konor." Which translated to "Camp, little hunter." in common speech.<br/><br/>The elder Orc stepped forward, his fingertips much larger than her own made the crossbow look to be an average or smaller weapon in his grasp. He slung it on a hook on his leather strap that ran along his torso and back. That way it'd dangle at his spine when they traveled. "Naog Armauk." He gestured towards himself and his compatriots. He wasn't sure if she knew enough Orcish but it was his best attempt to let her know that they were not her enemies. She was a trespasser in their lands though. He pointed at her with his free hand. "You, see Chief." He actually managed that in common. Nodding his head afterwards. Letting her know his intent, as a trespasser into their lands he'd let the Chief decide her her fate.<br/><br/>The female Orc clicked her tongue in irritation, clearly, as hot-blooded as she was. She was hoping the woman would choose combat over diplomacy. She pointed for her to follow their elder and then the female Orc would fall in line walking behind Liirah, only then would the woman sheathe her axe. Still clearly not trusting of the intruder regardless of their orders to keep peace and report findings to Ankhiel. Liirah had actually made significant progress into the Orc clan lands before she'd been discovered by the scouting party. It was clear, that, she was a talented hunter to avoid detection this long. The time to travel to the Orc village was going to be far less then what she may have realized. However, night was falling and part of the trek would inevitably be in the dark.<br/><br/>Liirah may not have noticed but the younger of the male Orcs actually had a torch strapped to his back, the tip of it wrapped in rags and soaked in some sort of waxy animal fat, so they'd have night-lighting if necessary. He was the last to lower his weapon, staring at her intently, not with the same anger as the she-Orc. The look in his eyes was a mixed bit of both curiosity and caution. The man, whether or not, she took note of it or not spun the handle of his large axe in hand, idly, which made it look strange considering it's size. Since clearly, no human feat of strength could swivel that oversized axe with such relative ease. It wasn't done in a threatening manner though. More nervous energy that a fight had not broken out then anything. The adrenaline dump was real, even for Orcs. The Elder led the pack, moving to the original trail. The younger of the Orc flanked Liirah's left side, the elder lead, and the female trailed Liirah by a few strides.