Your hand slips into your pouch and you grab a pinch of piggydust. You toss it into the air muttering the verse, "Siggly, siggly, blipping giggly,  Blind their minds to this little piggly."  The piggydust dances and sparkles in the air and the three little orcs stand entranced.

"What do you know of the Platinum Piggy?" you ask.
    "Magic binds it, magic finds it." they answer. 

"Where is it?"
    "The oinklet knows, that's why they imprison her."

    "In Hamlet." 

The spell is beginning to wear off.

You can... 
    stay and fight them
    run off before they wake up  
    try to slaughter them one by one before they all wake up
    reason with them.