Show the guard more of your body

Well no half measures just as I said. Let’s give em’ what every orc wants.

“What’s wrong, are ya shy? Maybe you want this?” You tease. You turn around, and pull your trousers to your knees. You wiggle your ass in the air in a lewd display. You shoot a glance to Syvella who hesitates and is just staring at you wide-eyed. You mouth the words ‘no half measures’

Syvella’s face twists in disgust and begrudgingly follows your action, dropping her pants and exposing herself to the orc. This act seems to spur some movement from the orc who gleefully clambers out of view before squeezing through the gap in the palisade. He hums a unfamiliar yet happy sounding tune as he approaches. Turning to face him, you hold your weapon behind your back ready to strike, Syvella likewise holds her dagger close. Before he can get too close to you, from shadow a hand appears behind the guard covering his mouth. With one motion a dagger slits his throat spilling its sanguine contents for the world to see. The struggle is only brief before the guard goes limp in Bax’s arms, then is dropped to the grass below.

“Well done ladies.” He says dryly. You and Syvella pull up your trousers and fuss with your belts a moment before proceeding through the gap in the palisade.