Animals move faster than plants. You raise an arm and let the birds know that you are a tree and that the hag is actually just a clever imitation of a hag. A crow flies down and lands on your hand.
"I see I have not been misinformed about your people. If you can do that, then you can no doubt tame wolves, entice deer to the trap, bring fish to the nets, and ripen the grains."
She smiles in a friendly manner that is rather undermined by her mouthful of steely tusks.
"And many other things, in the forests from which you hail. Yes, I've been much further from these lands than anyone else you'll meet here. And met more people too. Now, for my side of the bargain."
As you talk, she's been leading you behind a large tent, where you are unlikely to be observed. Some of her own hobgoblins approach, but she motions for them to stand aside.
"The meeting of the Witch-Mothers, the grekls in our language, is in recess until tomorrow. They are saying that we will come to a compromise. But there will not be any compromise. Grekl Yama wants to turn around and rush the orc forts in sequence with our combined numbers. Grekl Ruu thinks that if we work together for long enough, we can overcome the force that protects the orcs from our curses. And of course, Grekl Shtath, your current guardian, wants to flee across the hills."
She shakes her head in disgust.
"Has she told you what's beyond those hills?"