Good... Sort of.

The orcs do as they say, to their credit. They take you to a large tent. The biggest, baddest tent of them all! And you know it's the baddest because there's a big red painting of an orc's face, snarling, with two big tusks jutting from its bottom lip. You are brought to the tent's front flap, two orcs in front and two orcs behind. They leer at you, obviously staring at your soft, beautiful features, and were clearly angry that your armour was not revealing enough for their tastes. However, you are swiftly shoved into the chieftain's tent. Though it was behind the form of the orc who had been speaking to you, blocking almost all of your view.

"Chieftain Gruzzub. Human bitch wants... talk." He practically spits the last word with disgust. With a grunt, the orc who had been speaking with you exited the tent, finally revealing the insides... and it's solitary inhabitant.

You stared around, the tent was spacious to be sure. There's no bed of course. But there is a collection of furs on the ground which you suppose fills that need. The walls were decorated with all sorts of things. There were leathers, furs, and most shockingly of all, tribal paintings! These orcs seemed to have an artistic side to them! There's a chair, doubtless stolen, with an occupier.

Sitting there, the chair creaking under his considerable weight, sat the biggest orc you'd ever seen. He was towering, and near as tall as you were, even while sitting down. He was 7 feet tall, and his tusks were truly big and bad. The biggest and baddest. Chieftain Gruzzub glowered at you with small eyes, though those sparkled with something resembling intelligence. "What you want, half elf bitch?" The chieftain asked, frowning. "Not usual that prey comes to me. Usually I come take them." A cruel grin passes over his face. He looks you from head to toe, seeming to measure your strengths, weaknesses and... your ability to carry children. Strong children. You scowl at him, but manage to keep a lid on it. A quick sigh escapes your lips, fear stabbing once again into your heart, and then you speak.

"I am here from Barrowden." You pause, expecting an interruption, but the hulking male seems to understand. "And you need to leave it alone." A guffaw escapes the orc's lips, and he slaps his knee in amusement, the **** of which makes the tent shudder. You continue. "Leave, pack up your tribe and go. Or I will destroy you." The orc's eyes widen for a second, before narrowing.
"Okay elf bitch. We leave." The orc says with a nod, seeming to consider you for a moment. "The land used up. No more fertile women or livestock." He grunts, and your heart jumps for joy, before it's suddenly brought down. "We leave... If you give me something. Your ass, elf bitch. I want to fuck it. Not in pussy, you no want orc babies. But I want ass." He says with a brutish grunt.

...Well. That's a bargain. Would you give up your ass to save Barrowden? Or are you too proud?