From the darkness shuffling can be heard as those who coughed move about. “We no trouble,” a tired voice calls out to you. “You leave us alone! We leave you alone!” a gruffer voice, someone with more authority speaks up. Should any of you dare to venture closer you will see a sight of what can only be described as living defeat. Three orcs warriors, looking pale of skin and battle worn stare at you with their exhausted eyes. There does not appear to be much fight left in them, though they all grasp weapons in their hands with a crazed desperation that hints at the former glory. Even with this sense of violence they make not a single move to approach you or attack you in anyway, preferring to remain in their huddled corner.