"I lead this tribe, Vanya," you say. "Not you. The difference between our tribes is that the Narrow River has all but perished, while the Tribe of the Red Bear survives, due to decisions like this. Is that not so?"
Vanya doesn't answer you, but he holds your stare with his own. "The tribespeople are worried about our situation," he says after a moment. "We're out here in the wilderness with little food or wood for our fires, and a return to Stonerun looks tempting to more than a few. If you would pursue the course on which you have set us, then at least speak to your people."
"Very well," you say. "Gather the tribe, and I will tell them why the choice I have made is the right one, for all of us."
As night draws in, you stand before a ring of your tribespeople, the torches that some of them carry casting a wavering light onto their neighbors. Your advisors wait nearby, as ready as anyone to hear what you have to say.