Yeet yourself into a nearby tent

You take a deep breath before lifting the wall of a tent and rolling under with Petra. You pause to listen, hearing the footsteps meet up in the alley you just left before two voices begin a conversation in orcish. Your eyes dart around your new surroundings before growing wide in horror. The orc who resides in this tent puts down a piece of chicken he was eating as he looks down at you with a smile. His glance alternates between the two of you, and where the voices can be heard outside.

Shit I can’t let this guy blow me’ cover, I’ve come so far! I could go for me’ knife but killin’ him would likely alert the two outside. There’s no way I could… unless?