The orc grinned maliciously at Clara. He grunted something, and the other two orcs turned, their own surprise and then pleasure as they saw the tiny figure clad all in black. The three orc faced her, fanning out a little and slowly approaching her, their smallish noses sniffing the night air, perhaps trying to catch the scent of fear on their prey.

This was not good, but Clara would certainly not give these beasts the pleasure of her fear. If she left now, the alarm would certainly be raised. If she stayed, she seriously doubted very much her own survival.