The older Orc, the more physically imposing and the one who’d actually probably been the most responsible for not letting the scenario in the woods develop into a melee. He was the one who stood closest to Liirah. He had been rubbing the black strands of his hair off of his temple and back into place smoothed back along his head when she dropped her knife belt and started to undo her jerkin. The sound of the metal of her knife striking the soil caught his attention. He looked to it, then her, watching as she finished the last thread that’d allow it to slide off and then paused. When she cast her gaze to him, there was a shared moment of peace. Only the sound of the rushing water cascading over the edge into the pool of water and the crackle of the torches could be heard. Liirah’s voice pierced the silence and her accompanying flush made the Orc smile with amusement. Some of his teeth bore in the process, they were not nearly as sharp as the threatening tusks that intimidated most. “Privacy? What’s wrong hunter? You are a woman, be proud of your body. It is something Gods perfected and men worship.”<br/><br/>Yes, it was clear to those that studied Orcs. They’ve almost always been a Patriarchal society. That did not mean that they somehow forgot the critical role that women play in a community. The roles they played in the camaraderie and support knew no limits to the gratitude of Orc men. In addition they had proven themselves as capable warriors, in truth, many of the Orc tribes had started to build specific ceremonies to celebrate women. Most of it centered around fertility and well, sexuality. That was the patriarchal part of Orcs that couldn’t be assuaged. Liirah didn’t likely realize it but Orc women of her age were often challenged to be very competent lovers if they were not mated to a particular male in the tribe. Capable of satisfying multiple partners if the occasion called.<br/><br/>“It is no matter, you are pretty; but unable to handle an Orc. You have nothing to fear from me, I do not want you broken before you see the Chief.” A hearty, baritone chuckle rumbled in his chest, due to his sheer size even his laughter could be imposing but it was clear in this case it was light-hearted. However, the inflection of his tone. It was more of a jeer than anything else, a matter-of-factly description that her petite frame couldn’t handle an Orc man’s affection. The words were clear, weren’t they? Sure, he found her attractive. So a little blush wasn’t unreasonable but he had no confidence in her ability to take what he had to offer the svelte hunter. “Will you be more comfortable if I take off clothes too?” This was one of those Orc to Human cultural divides that just didn’t work. Nudity was not something they shyed from in the slightest. Strong hands pulled at the fastens of his leathers, in short order he’d peeled off the dark tan of the leather to expose his deep-almost-emerald flesh. He was a darker shade even for Orcs, but it left his skin looking deep and rich in color even as one of the more mature she’d met.<br/><br/>The man’s chest was surprisingly sparse of hair save for specifically his chest, a thick patch that grew in the center of his muscular pectorals and spread over both sides of his torso; it was equally dark to the hair on his head. The flesh over his heart was marred by a jagged scar, it had healed into a whitish-green color. Far lighter then the rest of his skin and resembling a lightning bolt which indicated poor or battlefield style stitching. He was clearly the leader of that recon party for more than just his age and physical stature, he was seasoned in the heat of true battle. “Hunter girl, what is your name? What shall I introduce you as to Chief?” Aloric; the male Orc asked as he let the leathers that covered his torso hit the ground with a small puff of dirt.<br/><br/><br/>The female Orc, watching the interaction, rolled her eyes. She spoke in Orcish or what humans often called the Black Speech. “You are far too kind to the outsider, be more cautious..or I may find you floating in the water later.” She teased, the taunt at the end almost had a sing-song tone to what had been an otherwise gruff pattern of speech the entire time Liirah had seen, or heard her speak. “I will send down another guard.” As she finished her words. The younger of the male Orcs who’d made up the original trio was walking down the path, carrying the traditional Orc garments. They were the smallest physically sewn in the village according to the seamstress woman, but they should be able to fit an athletic woman like Liirah. How well they fit, well, they’d have to see. The Orc woman passed the younger male on the trail and gave him a passing salutation. When she reached the crest of the hill, out of Liirah and Aloric’s view? She was speaking to a Captain of the Watch, to reassign a guard from somewhere in the village to assist Aloric with keeping a watchful eye on their guest.