[OOC: Oh right, did I mention that Larka actually hates orcs? Mahaha ;)]
A whole island of elves, Larka was looking for one in fact, but not any of the native ones. She had hoped that maybe, if Celeste had come to these willingly than maybe she had made her way to the far North to the island of Endapano where she had heard about the elves living there. Larka couldn't do anything other than head for there and see what she could find out, maybe someone had seen her missing wife.
Sadly, they hadn't, not a single elf had heard of the woman she was looking for. The wood elves were decent folk and treated her normally, it was the high elves she was about ready to knock down a few pegs. They looked down on her, one, because she was human, and two because they assumed that her missing arm was someone how a handicap, and the fact that she was wearing elfish leather armour and wearing two swords was wrong. It had been so tempting to prove them wrong, but Larka had held herself in check and walked away each time, each time taking another drink from her flask, which was actually filled with rum and not water.
So the tall woman had decided to take a walk instead and clear her mind, oh what she's give to be able to meditate properly again. Back when she was younger she had been able to enter a trance like state and actually heal her wounds in the process, but she had lost that ability when she had taken the oath of a Reaver and drank the dragon's blood mixture that granted her the powers.
As Larka walked her nose caught a very nice scent, something was cooking, smelled like fish, which she liked, cooking on a fire. Unwittingly she started to follow the scent, otherwise ignoring those around her until she found the source of the mouth watering scent. ”Orc!” She snarled in half a second had her blade drawn and staring at the orc with all the hatred that she had in her. Larka hated orcs with every tiny part of her body and would go into insta-kill mode when she saw one. People stopped to watch but for the moment no one moved to stop Larka as she carefully started to walk towards the greenskin, they stood at the same height in fact, but while he had a lot more muscle than she did Larka was betting she was a lot faster than he was. She was also used to fighting orcs, in fact the only time in her life she had left a fight with orcs alive was because they had cut her arm off and killed her first wife and kids at their home.
Larka had survived and had made it her mission to kill every one that she saw on sight.
In her anger, what wasn't clicking was that this one in the middle of some elves and they weren't bothering him, which may mean that they knew he was peaceful for his kind. Nope, Larka didn't notice at all and the look on her grey eyes showed that she was ready to kill.