Clara had little other choice but to face these three orc. She had to get to the other side of the courtyard to learn where Randal was held in this massive prison.

She drew her swords, starlight reflecting across the blades. This gave the orc pause, obviously not expecting someone as little as her to willingly put up a fight. But they continued to slowly stalk toward her. One on the left, dark, coarse hair pulled back into a ponytail, tied with a piece of leather, licked his obtrusive lower canines with a thick, brown tongue, longing in his eyes.