Vakim and Vaarea stood alone, towering over everyone who came in, they didn't expect to meet anyone they knew. The two grabbed seats on some stone benches in the room as the King arrived, Still taller than most. Vakim said nothing and simply listened until his sister nudged him and him which story was true, Vakim took a second to weigh the options.
"Either could be, The bard over there is seeing trends in their past behavior and judging them on that. The Tiefling on the other hand could also be correct, In ancient lore that I read back in the dragon's cave I do remember reading about the time the orcs had formed alliances and band together to rid the world of all but themselves. In the stories it told of them being on the verge of raiding the dragons even. That's how powerful they became, I say we prepare for both, don't get caught off guard. Hear me Rea?" He looked at her expectantly as she stared back totally in tune to what he was saying. "Yes, I hear you, brother. I agree with you. Should I string my bow? I have plenty of string. When should I tell them you're a traveling blacksmith?"
She says as she turns to her bag after Vakim nodded to her bow statement. "I will when they need to know." He then focuses back on the scene at hand, watching the attendants go back and forth, without saying a word he assessed people and judged their character. He knew who he would most likely talk to first... She just needed to prove her skills on the battlefield. Vaarea, at his side, shuffled around in her pack and started drawing attention, first with the noise, then with her rough, rocky, blue skin. Vakim nudged her so hard she almost fell out of her chair then hid her arms and stopped fiddling with things, She knew she could take care of that later.