Vargon leads them off through the woods, seeing spoor on the ground, a broken twig, a shattered bough, following each sign towards the main camp of the orcs. It is perhaps six hours later when they arrive, atop a cliff that peers down towards a dell by a river. Spread out across the rivershore is a mass of tents and wooden shelters, and here and there an orc wanders between, sharpening an axe, cooking, eating, fighting. It is a dark place, hidden from much of the sun by the walls of the canyon, with little in the way of access from the cliff height. Only a single narrow path cuts down the canyon face, and it would be well lit and easily visible for those below.
