<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Levin let out a displeased whinny as the javelin landed in front of them. Larissa couldn't help but let out an appreciative whistle; it was an impressive throw! She clicked her tongue and petted the back of the horse's neck to calm him; it was more the surprise than the javelin itself that spooked him. As the orc party approached them, Larissa kept her expression as stoic stone. They were a small party of three on horseback with a white flag in hand and they made their approach rather obvious.<br/><br/>She'd give the blazing-eyed orc a warm smile. "Parley," she affirmed. "Speak to Bonebreaker Dorokor. Can you take me to him?" She knew not a syllable of orcish, but it seemed the orcs knew at least a modicum of common. Or at least the word for parley. She decided to speak succinctly and directly, less chance of a misunderstanding that way. "Name?" she asked, gesturing to the leader of their welcoming party. "I am Larissa."<br/>