At that moment, Liz emerged from the house.  She emerged in a shawl and her smallclothes, and once she was out of the door and away from the doorway, she removed the shawl and held out her hands, to show she was unarmed.  Rebecca followed.<br/><br/>"Ahhh...I knew you were a liar," the old orc said triumphantly.  Chelseaa came out.  "Yes...three females.  And none of them old and wrinkled and useless.  Perhaps...perhaps we should kill one of them, as punishment to you for your insolence."  The orc let those words hang in the air for a moment.  "But I have a better idea.  If there were any males, yes, I would say kill them, but no sense in wasting perfectly good breeding stock.  So you get to choose which of these three we breed first."