"Drazha is right," you tell Vanya. "The safety and prosperity of the Tribe of the Red Bear come before the protection of others, particularly those who lie to us. Bannerbridge will have to face Garulf alone. We leave immediately."
"Perhaps I don't understand because I am not of the Tribe of the Red Bear," replies Vanya, "but among the Narrow River, we would never refuse aid to those in need."
"And look where your tribe is now," says Drazha. "Scattered across the Great Steppe in disarray, while we endure. You've heard what Basileios has to say, Vanya. Now get out of here."
Vanya looks from you to Drazha in disgust, then strides from the yurt.
Ready the Tribe