Here's a random scene I'll be writing on the spot, hope you enjoy it.
Yurok the Waywatcher pulled his cloak low over his face and gazed out from under the leaf-covered cowl. Had someone been taking a stroll in this forest, and had this someone looked in his direction at that moment, they would have seen nothing out of the ordinary, the Sylvan blended so well with his woodland surroundings.
Yurok's long, sharp ears perked at the sound of a soft but heavy footfall somewhere in the distance. The elf sat perfectly still, relying on his superior hearing to sense the intruder. In the distance he heard large, thick boots stamping the ground of the forest floor. The feet crushed leaves and twigs with loud snaps and crackles, and Yurok sighed inwardly at how loud the beings of Faerun could be.
As the footseps grew closer, Yurok slowly drew his bow and strung it, pulling the string into position with expert precision. He silently pulled a green fletched arrow from his quiver and fitted it ono the oaken bow. To the casual observer, it would have appeared as if a slight breeze had blown the bushes, nothing more.
Even as the footsteps grew closer, a rank odor swiftly assaulted his keen nose. Yurok's face cringed as he recognized the stench.
"Orc," Yurok snarled under his breath. Just as the words left his mouth, a green-skinned brute stepped into his view. The elf, filled with rage, almost slew the orc where it stood. He leveled the bow at the tusked creature and brought the point of the steel-tipped arrow directly over its heart. In his fury the thought nearly escaped him that this could be a forward scout for a larger party. He held his shot for a moment and looked the creature over.
Yurok, being a Waywatcher of the Land, knew every leaf, every creature of the nation. Lone orcs, as well as those of a raiding party, were typically clad in a mishmash of chain, hide, or plate armors. The armor this orc wore, however, consisted of a padded cloth tunic and leather paldrons studded with steel bits. The result was a much quieter and softer step.
Yurok's eye brows raised as he observed the creature's movements. They were careful and calculated, unlike the normal graceless tromping orcs usually exhibitted. For an orc, this creature moved surprisingly quiet. To a normal person, the scout would have been almost undetectable. But to Yurok's trained, elven ears, the creature was just another clumsy oaf.
The orc knealt down to the forest floor and placed a hand to the dirt. He rested his hand on the earth for a moment, then stood up and looked around nervously.