There was a moment of silence. Uthri weighed up the possibilities with her weapons still raised. She took a quick look at S'ajira, who was still poised to defend herself, but Uthri still had doubt in her mind. Reluctantly, she lowered her guard and looked the Imperial in the eye with a stern expression. "We're fighting the war against Vile. We are here with others, searching." Uthri took a careful step forward and leaned forward slightly. She sniffed at the Imperial to confirm her suspicions. "I don't know why else you would mask your scent with durzog stink. Except that we may have found who we were looking for," Uthri leaned to take a closer look at how the head of the Orc's javelin reflected light, it just seemed to be steel.

Sabine had suspected by the posture of these strangers that they may have been from the Senchal clan, but this all but confirmed it. She let her spells wink out of existence as she lowered her hands. "You are from the Senchal clan?" she asked.