Between the two, there was enough tension in the air that she felt she could have cut it with her knife. She was dimly aware of her heart racing in her chest, but forced herself to put forth an air of calmness as she faced the two scouts. Even if she had come here looking for a fight, she didn't favor her odds against two at once. She was relieved, then, when they seemed to consider her words, stormy expressions softening into more guarded neutrality. When one finally spoke, his words seemed to suggest that they did indeed know of whom she was speaking. Goga...village? They had him at their village.<br/><br/>There was hope.<br/><br/>Her facade was dropped for a moment as Liirah breathed a quiet sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. The cold, rational part of her mind knew that it was no guarantee he was alive, but at that moment the rest of her wasn't listening. She wanted to believe, with every fiber of her being, that Ignatius was still alive. Even if he was a prisoner, she could negotiate for his release. At the very least, she could see him, reassure herself that the man who had trained her for years hadn't left this mortal coil just yet. "Then...ok jok okak, okgan--" She had been asking them to lead her to him, but before she could finish, there came a shout from behind her. Startling, she whirled about, the crossbow deadly bolt once more rising to point at the source of the sound.<br/><br/>The presence of a third orc was not as alarming as the fact that they had evidently been able to sneak up on her without her noticing. Belatedly, she realized that the unusually-placid behavior of the first two had likely been an attempt at keeping her attention on them so she could flank. The she-orc was brandishing a much smaller axe, lacking the long handle and blade, but Liirah knew that made her no less dangerous. That was a weapon meant for close-quarters combat, or potentially even for throwing at a foe who tried to run. To bolt, however, meant running headlong into the other two.<br/><br/>...Had she really just been out-maneuvered by orcs?<br/><br/>The third scout's intent was clear, but Liirah kept a stubborn grip on her crossbow, taking a step to the side. She tried to keep all three in her field of vision at once, but with one behind and two before, she found herself having to glance back and forth. "Naog aga nak," she growled, trying to sound forceful. "No want fight" was the closest she could get to explaining that she wasn't here to cause trouble, she only wished to find her mentor. She wasn't sure how well the intent would translate, however, nor did she even know if they were in any mood to humor her request. She doubted they had anything pleasant to associate with her kind. She was a threat to their tribe, if not as an individual, then as what she represented. The Corps' eye was on this place now, and if two Hunters vanished into the wilderness, more might follow.