Jessica looked him in the eye.  "I've got nothing that you need.  I'm a farmwoman, not a noble.  No one is going to pay ransom to get me back...at least, not enough to make this worth your while.  My sister runs the farmstead, and she was barely making enough to get seed for next year and keep us fed.  Now, if you want me to come with you...I guess there's nothing I can do about it.  But I'm more trouble to you than I'm worth.  So you're better off just letting me go."  She hefted the broomhandle, and threw it past one of the orcs next to Thar'ok.  It whistled through the air about a foot above the orc's shoulder.  The stout piece of wood stuck almost dead-center in a rotting tree stump about twenty feet away, quivering.  Her gaze returned to him.  "Lead on, oh Thar'ok the Big Bad Ogre."