There was a slight tensing of her muscles as the elder stepped forward to relieve her of her bow, but she allowed him to take it without further protest. Now that the immediate danger had passed, the look of slight amusement of his face wasn't missed, and she felt a twinge of indignity at it. Indeed, she was lucky that these orcs had decided not to kill her for the moment, but it still galled her to be disarmed so easily. She knew that she had no hope of winning a three-on-one fight here, though that didn't make her feel any less cowardly. Pride was a stubborn thing. At his assurance that they were not a threat, her only response was a brief, skeptical snort. The caravaneers had likely felt otherwise.<br/><br/>She kept her thoughts to herself, however, and nodded as he spoke again. Right to the man in charge, then. Even though they were the most person likely here who could release her mentor, she was apprehensive at meeting the leader of these creatures. Everything she had learned told her that orcs followed strength--generally, the most capable warrior was the one in charge. If that was true here, then she was likely going to be meeting with a warmonger. But then, why would they have mandated that trespassers be taken alive, rather than outright killed? She wasn't sure what to make of that, nor if would end good or bad for her. A dozen unpleasant possibilities swirled in her mind as they walked, the eldest in the lead while the two younger scouts flanked her. Her intent was to negotiate for her mentor's release--how she was to accomplish that, she had absolutely no idea. Perhaps she could threaten retribution from the Corps, but even if others came after them, they would almost certainly not be alive to see it. She had no valuables on her person, no money besides a few copper pieces. She didn't even know what the chief would decide to do with her.<br/><br/>In a way, uncertainty was even worse than knowing outright that she was being marched to her death.<br/><br/>Looking at her, however, you would be hard-pressed to see the gut-churning worry there. She stared resolutely forward as they walked, head up, spine stiff. She wore a straight-faced, almost-contemptuous expression, as if being escorted into the unknown by a trio of warriors was nothing to be concerned about. The "mask" she had learned to wear through life was firmly in place now, obscuring her true emotions as it always did.<br/><br/>It was difficult to miss the way they looked at her, though. The female watched her like a hawk through the entire trip, to the degree where Liirah could almost feel her gaze burning into the back of her head. She could see the other male studying her out of the corner of her eye, but with a look less hostile and more...curious? She stopped staring ahead for a moment to side-eye him suspiciously, a ripple of unease running down her spine. The axe he hefted was massive, yet he carried it as easily as if it were a simple walking-stick. It was no secret that orcs were generally stronger than humans, but she suddenly found herself missing her bow even more. She still had the knife at her belt, but it was more a tool than a weapon, used only for close combat when there was no other option. Against axe-wielding fighters, it was laughable.<br/><br/>Clenching her jaw, she looked away from him to gaze forward again, determined not to let any of them see the fear that lurked there.