When the two-headed giant appears at the end of the road, Rasereit snorts derisively. He turns to the commoners who have clumped up at the front of the wagon, behind the adventurers. He whispers, but loud enough for them to hear him. "Alrigh' mates, we're surrounded, an' now we got this bloke to deal with. Nah, Ah know ye're not all soldiers, but these orcs are jus' fightin' fer treasure. You, ye're fightin' fer yer family, yer kids, yer life. When these pigs attack, stay back agin' the wagon, harder to flank ye like that. When they come at ye, ye give 'em hell. Us, we'll do what we can. Alrigh'?" Rasereit pats the shoulder of the nearest commoner reassuringly.
"Kids, in the wagon. Mums too, 'less ye kin fight. Somebody stay at the reins, ready to flee if the need be. Protect those 'orses, they're the way out if things go south. Cut 'em free if the cart is damaged. If that large chap starts tossin' things our way, all of ye duck behind the cart. Ah don't care how big ye are," here Rasereit points at a big, strong farmhand, "Ye'll not kill a single orc wit' one o' them sharp things in ye."
"Right then, here..." He pulls the warhammer from over his shoulder. "Somebody take this, 'tis a real weapon, better than that pitchfork ye got there. Ah keep her around fer clobberin' skeletons an' such, but Ah don't see any o' them around." After handing out his waraxe, he pops his handaxe up from the loop at his left side. "An' this too, fresh from the smith's forge, she's a beauty, got a nice edge. 'Ere, she'll do better in yer hands than at my hip. Slaughter some pork for me, eh?"
OOC: The warhammer and MW handaxe are a martial weapons, so a non-proficient wielder would take -4 to attack rolls. What exactly is the status of the commoners? Do they have weapons, armor? How many are men, how many women, how many children? How many are children, but able to fight? Rasereit will have the able fighters surround the cart, the noncombatants duck inside the cart, and probably have Hugh and the soldiers by the horses.