Two orcs

Helartha moved from tree to tree, heading towards the source of the sounds she heard. As she got closer she could hear two clear men's voices. She slowed, approaching silently until she saw, a few yards below her two beefy orcs. They were obviously soldiers, both with patchwork Orc armor, rippling arms and weapons made from a combination of bones, stone, and metal.

Helartha had never seen an orc. She'd been told stories since childhood though. Orc's were the natural enemy of the elves. They were spoken of with rage or fear. Helartha could see that they were quite grotesque, with their tusks and scarred green flesh. She also found them curious and rather interesting. She moved closer.

"So where is this Elf village anyway?" The orc with a mace over his shoulder groused. "We've been looking for it for days!"

"Don't you know anything?" The other orc with a battle axe replied. "Elf magic hides all their cities. But, if we keep searching eventually we'll break through."

"Good. I'm about ready for a good pillaging!" mace orc growled.

"I'm more interested in the plunder!" Axe orc laughed.

"You've got that right!" Mace went on. "Ever seen elf treasure? We'll live like kings after this one!"

"I'm more interested in meeting some of those legendary elf women..." axe replied.

Both orcs laughed. Helartha was outraged by their crass behavior. They truly were as lawless as she had heard! She considered her options. She could go back and report what she'd heard, but these were obviously just scouts. If she pressed on, she may find their camp, and learn the true identity of their leader, though that would expose her to greater risk...