The two orcs Goulash and Kazrok now confronted three females in the wagon.  Fortunately for them, only one was a warrior, a redhead with a pig-sticker who looked to be around 20 or so, wearing leather armor.  The other two women were both blondes.  One looked middle-aged, in merchant's robes, and the other looked to be in her late teens, wearing a blouse and skirt, with her young blonde hair tied back with a blue bow.  While Goulash was prepared to attack the redhead, Kazrok got an idea...he held his short sword to the back of the merchant woman, and hissed at the redhead, "Drop yer blade or she diessss."<br/><br/>"Monica?"  The redhead asked, not sure how to proceed.<br/><br/>"Do it Reese," the blonde replied.  "The cargo is not worth our lives."  The redhead reluctantly dropped the blade.  "You too, Veronica," she said to the swordswoman.  "You have done well, but you cannot fight three of them."<br/><br/>The swordswoman hesitated.  "They will kill us anyway," she said.