Lilly steps forward, one hand resting on her sword's handle. She looks at the Orc appearing to be the leader of this merry band and speaks a in unpleasant, guttural sounds - the Orc language.

Spoiler: In Orc
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"You are in charge here?" She asks. If the Orc confirms, she continues to him and if he denies, she asks to speak with the leader. Either way, she speaks the same words. "You look like formidable warriors. It is a shame you must lower yourselves to mugging random fools. A group like yours should be on the battlefield, making the Empire itself tremble, and yet you are here, hiding from their patrols. You should be eating in the great halls of nobles, whose heads you pot on nearby pikes, not having resort to this. Does that not make you angry?! Does that not make you want to rip and tear some of the local soldier's throats? We can offer you that. Fight us and you shall lose your men for trinkets not really worth it. Join us and we shall pay you. Better, join us and we shall lead you to riches beyond your wildest dreams! Chosoe wisely."

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(1d20+20)[35]