The orc laughed as she described herself and her goddess.  He turned and said something to the band of orcs behind him.  They burst out in laughter and began to move forward.  "Cannot take up a weapon or engage in fighting?  Well, the stories about Cold Rock were true then.  A bunch of weakling humans ripe for the taking.  Since you cannot--or will not--fight, you are ours for the taking anyway."  Two orcs grabbed her as the elder shaman was speaking.  "And we will see just what is in the house.  Or maybe we should burn it and take you with us."<br/><br/>A couple orcs held torches high.  Somewhere toward the back of the greenskin host, a drum began beating.<br/><br/>Inside the house, at the sound of the drums, Liz turned to Rebecca and Chelseaa.  "It's no use."  Her voice quivered.  "They--they have us now."  The girl got up, began walking toward the front door.