Shira moved through the darkening forest slowly and quitely. The half Orc's had been partroling heavily since the ambush of the group. No dout they had watched her pass, as they waited for the main party to stumble into they're trap. Now they were looking hard for her as well, she'd left them a trail to follow. But it ended at the bank's of a small river in the valley. Since then she'd been moving very carefully, so as to leave little or no trail. Now she was closing in on the half Orc village, she could see the fires through the trees. And hear the booming if they're drum's, silently she climbed a big old oak. It wasn't until she was half way up that she heard the snoring. Deep regular breath's drawn in through a half Orc's pig like nose.
Silent and carefully she climbed the off side of the tree, until she could see the sleeping guard. Lifting her crossbow she aimed the deadly dart for the foul creatures throat. A soft thrum of the string and a wet thunk as the bolt tore through it's throat and voice box pinning it to the tree trunk. Forgetting the dying creature she scrambled higher in the tree. To get a look at what was going on within the village...