Oratha frowned at the signs of activity.  If it had been the villagers they would have told her, she hoped.  She couldn't entirely write off teenagers or deviants, but it paid to be cautious.  She swung her shield from her shoulder and strapped it to her arm, then advanced with shield up but sword not yet drawn towards the entrance.  Her eyes continued to scan.  If it was an ambush, she wanted to know before the first arrow let fly.  If it was a teenager, she didn't want to bash anyone out of haste.