Irathias lowers his bow and walks over to the young woman, saying "Don't worry, we're from Bjorah's Cliff. And the dwarf won't hurt ya, I think he's just glad to kill some filthy orcs." The young elven fellow holds up his hands in a peaceful gesture, and stows the shortbow as he goes.
Then he adds "Are you hurt? Do you know where the rest of the caravaners are?"
However, Irathias can't help but glance at the orcs' corpses every other second or so, and after his brief words, the elf gets right to looting the dying, but probably not dead yet, orcs. At least the one his arrow fell.... Greedy thoughts fill his mind happily.