The White Fist Orcs
The largest orc that's left alive stands and calls out loudly, Enough! All of my warriors stand down at once! Too much blood has already been shed here today!"
And with that, he makes obeisance to Francheska and says, "Oh Great and Powerful Mage, we humbly beseech you to have mercy upon what's left of our tribe. There are barely enough of us left to bury our dead -- please spare those of us that remain?" And he goes on, "I am called Jartrews Longknife, and I was a mere Captain of the tribe before you incinerated the more senior members of our tribe, but now I accept the mantle of leadership, and while the bloodlust is now heavily upon some of our warriors, my responsibility is to the tribe as a whole, and to see that our whelps reach adulthood, so I pray for your mercy upon us."
The Wizards are uniformly taken aback by this speech, not because it is so unheard-of for a clearly outclassed combatant to sue for peace, but because it is the most articulate, cherent series of words that they've ever heard issue forth from the mouth of an orc!