Sofia comes within five hexes of an orc who is working in a clearing about fifteen feet across, a wide place in the trail as it were. As near as she can tell, she has not been discovered. The orc is humming to itself, a curiously familiar tune that Sofia cannot put her finger on. Apparently, the orc has just killed an antelope, which it is in the process of freeing of its entrails. The orc has its back to Sofia.
It is dressed in the manner of an Oriental; instead of a yalma, he is wearing a heavy shirt, baggy pants and a four-inch wide beaded belt around his waist. He has removed his jacket, which appears to be embroidered silk. He is also wearing heavy leather boots, which must weigh at least three pounds each by the look of them.
He's a fairly large fellow; you would guess he to be about six-foot-six or thereabouts, weighing at least 300 lbs. You don't know enough about orcs to guess his age, but he is certainly no older than a mature male.