Vedette cringed when she saw the large group of Orc there emerging through the mist. She followed Ulbarich's command and quickly they were moving. They entered the tower and the smell assaulted her. Ung. She almost looked green for a moment. It was worse to her, she supposed, to smell the rotting corpse. How long had that man been dead? And why had no one moved him? She supposed it had to be the bandits, but now those poor fools were worse off than if she'd been out there killing them. Orc would not treat a body like she did, she might pincushion them, but orc would eat the flesh. Tear the flesh away in chunks even with the man still alive. Eat it in front of his own eyes. She'd seen horrible things that orc were capable of in her time. And they tasted disgusting. She didn't want to change and charge into that. At the same time..
She was worried about the Orc finding them in the tower. Time would tell.
She stood the quiver up beside her and looked right at Ulbarich. His instructions silent, her own the same. Shoot to kill. Leave none alive. If there was one orc, they'd turn into ten, and then more. There were probably more somewhere, and their voices could carry. Even Vedette didn't know where they all came from. A series of caverns which connected to more underground, and probably eventually the underdark itself. The dwarves complained of finding Orc in their mines more often than they complained of the egos of Elves.
She turned herself back to her targets and the arrows flew from her bow as fast as she could pick another arrow up. She was careful in this. She only shot at them if she had a clear shot at their heads. This had to be exact. This had to be done quickly. They would know they were being fired upon, but as they turned and cried and some fell to the snowy ground below, they could not yet tell where it was coming from. The angry cries were nearly deafening. As a whole they were all letting out the came cry.