Mable gently rolled her eyes. The arrogance in his voice astounded her. Mable knew that Orc's from one band could differ greatly in goals to another. The orcs could be fighting for a myriad of reasons. The man appeared to be skilled however, but his reply revealed more than he'd have liked. Mable had grown up in a border town with the Orcs. The average Orc wasn't a horrible creature of fear, but more similar to human's then most races. The children from each town would on rare occasions meet up for hunting trips. The orcs she'd known however were forced to flee as the new war band arrived.  Mable replied calmly 

"History books won't give you the Orc's side. A large amount of orcs will fight to test there metal and won't bother conquering. If you have a famine it will force them to raid as it does us. In the past while we in our history claim to be innocent conflict, has occurred due to raiding on both sides. " Mable looked at the king respectfully adding "Have you done anything to provoke them? A slight of honor or stealing food? IT may be possible to create a trade deal if famine is what's driving them"