Securing a rope to the branch, Brigitte slid quietly down to the forest floor.  There, moving low to the ground like a spider, and smoothly, like a serpent, she searched the wet soil near the creek for tracks.  If the orcs poisoned thier water, their life could be over in a few weeks.  But the orcs didn't operate that way, not when so many nubile women were to be had.<br/><br/>That didn't mean they'd fight fair, either.  If anything offended Birgitte more than the wounding of her pride it was the harming of her clan sisters, and Sorsha, who now languished in the harem of the orc chieftan, had been a good friend.<br/><br/>She meant to take it out on the orcs with blood, so she studdied carefuly for orcish tracks, even sniffing for their foul spoor.