"We came from Mithral Hall, on our way to Silverymoon," says Hunter, half-lying as she has no idea where they are in relation to either place. She summons as much sweetness as she can in her smile. "Our diplomatic party was attacked by trolls and forced to flee, and now we are attempting to return to our path."
As she speaks, Hunter tries to remember the cultural customs of orcs from her studies.
Mai'ngor hands tighten their grips on his weapons as he listens to the conversation from his hiding place in one of Hunter's dugouts. It galls him to have to hide, but he's no dool. They'd never survive against such overwhelming numbers.
The orc grunts and nods in response to your explanation, "Silverymoon that way," he says, pointing south.
Hunter basically knows all there is to know of orcish culture, the sum of which is, "King leads until someone stronger comes around, then he becomes king." They also dedicate their lives to Gruumsh One-Eye, the orcish god of war.
OOC:
Good rolls and a good explanation. That could have turned into a battle very easily!
The leader continues on his way, not sparing you another glance. The rest of the orcs are a different story, as a few of them growl and a couple even go so far as to spit at you. Within a few minutes, they are moving out of sight.
Hunter waits a few more seconds, then quickly shakes her hands like drying them of water, casting copious amounts of Prestidigitation to clean the perceived spittle from her clothes and person. "I feel like I have to pee."
Your travel over the next couple of days is blissfully uneventful, with only a single instance of a slight drizzle to dull the bright light of the sun. Near the end of the second day, you come to a large road, leading east to Sundabar, and south to Silverymoon (according to the worldly Elfog). In the distance now, you can see the lights of a large city; presumably Silverymoon. You estimate that you could probably reach it by nightfall if you hurried, though it would be quite late by the time you got there.
"As much as it excites me to reach the city," Hunter begins, "I'm not certain what our reception would be. I would imagine Silverymoon does not welcome many travelers by night. Perhaps we can camp near enough so they know we mean no subterfuge?"