"We need them both captive, quiet and unhurt. Ideally they agree to come along. You know your capabilities better than I do, so act as you see fit, I won't command you to fight your friend. Please don't abuse the long leash." The literal leash in question is tied loosely around a tree, with plenty of slack for Giriel to be able to enter the clearing from where they're standing, but draw up short of Lotus and Han. The knot itself is a formality, and the Golden Banneret is keeping you company.

It's a short set of orders, but she's working as she goes, setting up a few things of this and that out of her bag, a snare here, a net there. Powdered yellowfire extract, a set of darts dipped in queller's sleep, and some very expensive rope. She's hoping none of it will be needed.

And with that, she steps out into view, mask on, umbrella in hand but resting on her shoulder, a threat that isn't currently threatening. "Han, Lotus. I was hoping to talk."