The old orc approached her, even as his comrades kept a safe distance.  In a low voice, for her ears alone, he spoke.  "I can see through your illusion," the orc whispered.  "You are no stealer of souls.  But you do have a way with magic.  You may be of...some use...in addition to breeding stock.  Cooperate with me, and things will be easier for you."  Raising his voice again, he dared Marina.  "Go ahead...strike me down.  I await you."