Valga's voice rumbled, a low, guttural sound that belied her imposing figure. Her yellow eyes, narrowed with amusement, scanned the badlands. "Greetings," she drawled, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Valga Redmane, at your service. Though I doubt you'll need it."

She extended a hand, the other resting casually on the human skull at her hip. Behind her, other hulking Orc womans emerged from the shadows. Clad in a bone helmet topped with a human skull and armor of steel and leather,