Another orc came into view.  He was a leader, Ravatranna could tell.  He had a sword in a dirty scabbard.  "So you're not from Cold Rock?  I not think so.  You look like warrior, not serving-wench or farmer's daughter.  You quiet.  I like that."  He paused a moment.  "You know what we want from human women.  So since you warrior, I treat you like warrior.  We not tie you up or beat you, if you give us what we want."