((That's all the Orcs...right?))

Verossa whirls on the Elf pointing his bow on Raif. "That's it. Just keeping shouting just like that. Start screaming in a bit, if you want." And she winks broadly.

Then shouts, her glaive above her head and Orc blood running down her bare arm. "Muhaha, boys! Let's get these...fellows back to the...secret location for the usual routine of pointless torture and unnecessary paperwork! But I repeat myself!"

She subsides, and grounds her glaive. Then says quietly, "We're heading west. How about you?"