"I cannot see that being too complicated," Gallus extended a hand with his fingers pointed down and gestured in a small circle, "We gather them up, tell them there's an announcement they need to hear, we make sure to clear the area around their camp of any potential hostages, sidle up with a force, draw weapons, and tell them to discard theirs. We have the numbers, I don't think any of them are lacking in intelligence enough to try anything." Gallus turned his hand up, "Really, the nuance will be in convincing them to leave. If they try to pull rank or exercise some kind of authority — threaten us, even, well...the silent treatment ought to communicate how much that matters."

Gallus turned slightly and laughed softly to himself. He put his hands behind his back and stared up into the dimming sky. "Now it's beginning to sound too easy." He turned his head to Meesei and Ri'nakhad, asking a question that was far from rhetorical, "What is going to go wrong here?"