Ankhiel had established some of the most disciplined patrol regiments and scouting parties among all Orc clans in the known world. It was simple really, he had the ability to read and speak Common. So it was a matter of working with traders to find the cartography that he needed. It wasn't long before he had the area known by the humans completely mapped out. Except his maps were even more detailed as they had the Orc clans mapped in detail. He used this to aid his scouting parties and border defenses in creating more effective paths for monitoring if their borders had been crossed. So while he was sitting at his table, carved from oak, his amber colored eyes pouring over the reports from the previous night's scouting parties. "No intrusions, even after that man.. perhaps he had no kin." The voice of the Chieftain was low and gravely, not because of his age or the abuse of his vocal chords. He was just replaying the memory of the ensuing struggle when he tried to disarm the man.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, the tusk-like teeth of his lower jaw lightly scratched against his upper lip in the process. While humans regarded it with irritation it was actually a soothing sensation to most Orcs. It also, surprisingly, didn't keep him from speaking fluent Common-tongue. He raised his hand to the mark over his eyebrow. Fingertips dancing against the split flesh that had been tended to with a mixture of roots that'd been grind into a salve with a mortar and pestle. The man had wounded him, it was his own folly. He shouldn't have let the man remain armed, in his pursuit of peace he thought it'd make him more accepting or docile to discussions. It seemed to only give him the courage to think he could fight his way out of the situation. A mistake Ankhiel swore to himself he'd never make again.<br/><br/>Amber eyes flicked towards the firelight lantern at the table. "I'll drink to his death, he fought bravely." That's when Ankhiel's oversized hand grasped his mug that was sitting not too far out of reach. He brought it up to his mouth and took two large gulps of the mead-mixture that was brewed in the village.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The Scouting Party was dressed in the customary garb of the Crimson Wolves clan. Although the clothing itself was a series of both cream and dark leathers, the war-paint drawn in patterns across their muscular torsos or face was an incredibly deep red. They had not initially caught Liirah when she penetrated their borders, there was no magical protection to warn them. No, instead, they'd picked up on her by seeing her tracks past the border. A not insignificant amount of rain had fallen over the area in the past few days and it left the ground muddy enough to where it'd not only stained Liirah's jerkin with flecks of it. It'd left imprints of her footsteps, to the scouting parties benefit the rain had also stopped earlier that day. So picking up on her scent was possible. The Orc's moved with surprising stealth considering their size, but it was also because even as they gained ground on Liirah they tried to keep enough distance between them so not to alarm her. When she had finally stopped her aggressive pace, the hulking trio of Orcs had realized this may be their opportunity to seize her.<br/><br/>The female Orc was the smallest, and therefore was chosen for the role of stealth. She waited back intentionally while the two male Orcs, her compatriots, made a purposeful approach from directly in-front of Liirah. The intent was to distract her enough so that she would focus on them and not the near-silent approach of the female who came from behind the massive tree-trunk she was seated at. None of the Orc's knew common, but they did know their Chieftain's orders to capture not kill any human outsiders. The two Orc's before her were of different skin tones, one a pale green and the other a deeper, rich, almost emerald color. They brandished massive battle axes that were held by both hands due to their sheer size, however, they were held low and not in attack position was they strode towards Liirah. The crossbow could be a deadly threat, but their eyes were fixed on it should she choose to raise it to aim towards them.