Akri was normally quite calm, but this orc validated every negative stereotype she held. Not as quick to rise and threaten as Clara, she still came to her feet slowly, one hand out of sight, the other deadly still on her side. She pinned the orc with a blank, yet discreetly malevolent gaze. But her eyes turned to the larger of the two. Was he emboldened by this display? He could prove a bit of a problem, and if something broke out she decided he would be a touch more important. It was another stereotype that orcs were unskilled and dumb, but in the sense of combat she knew that might not be true. It depended, a lot. Her eyes turned to the caster, who she leveled with an exasperated and slightly disgusted eye roll. Unless he made out to be a friend, he could certainly be just as bad. Vaguely attractive by human standards, if worn. She might have had similar marks if she wasn't aware of tricks to keep her form in god shape. A false sense of fragility only helped when she needed to act.<br/><br/>Nothing like their maiden adventure being against a party that was admittedly far better endowed in sheer strength at least. Briefly she glanced at Clara, and  shook her head very slightly with the boy.  She didn't see how it was going to end amicably from here, but she glanced back at Alexandria. Scant yes, perhaps even a touch of harlot. But a caster like that who made it this far surely knew a trick or two, and so she opted to stay and respond when necessary to see what her plan would be.<i>You did get us in this, </i>she thought with blunt cynicism. She hadn't noticed their soon to be fourth member at all.