Vraad could respect the lizard chief - he always had since their tribes first met and clashed.  The half-dragon was something else, yet another stranger in their caves, and the tall orc kept his eyes forward not wishing to give anyone but the lizard and witch queen his attention.  So there was another raid coming their way?  He had little trust to place in the goblin wretches but Sithisiss confirmed the rumor in his own way, likely having sent out one of his spies himself.  The lizard welcomed Falaya more than he did, and thus was trusted with that sort of freedom that Vraad wanted.  But the witch knew the orc chief well, and knew how he would use any chance he had to either escape the caves with his tribe or summon 'relatives' to help him overthrow her.<br/><br/>"Is this why you called for me?" he spoke gruffly, watching her usual exhibitionism with the usual amount of restraint.  The last thing he wanted was to be forced to please her, humiliated again.  "Then my men will be ready...  I'm sure the lizardmen have their traps, but we orcs will face them head on.  And I expect the privilege to take prisoners for myself.  Half for my tribe, the other half will be delivered here to you.  I'm sure the Lizard has something similar in mind?"