The duo together find tracks left by big boots, around medium-sized but heavy and large footed creature which can fit for orc. Albeit feral orcs usually do not wear boots. However, whoever it was, he did not bother to cover tracks. It takes an hour but they find a makeshift simple but crude camp in the forest and there was a campfire with a black iron pot boiling in the fire (doing simple stew). The fire is attended by a slim build dark-skinned orc (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d2/69/ebd2690c5146d65beb64f0d3e147d8a6.jpg), tusks prominent and eyes gleaming in shadows of the trees. But he was not the most imposing orc specimen and he wore worn working clothes, tattered and torn here and there. He wore boots that fit tracks that led here from the farm. But otherwise appeared not untidy and appeared not hostile, only wary and unarmed. But since the duo appeared his hand went close to the metal spoon as an orc straightened up but remained sitting as he said; "He-llo? Who ya be?" His common language is a bit rough but understandable.