Velin withdrew his gaze, his calm demeanor stirring an inexplicable irritation in Ola Stonebeard.
"Our data still lacks a key physical specimen for validation." Velin descended from the high platform, his boots landing on the muddy ground without a single extraneous sound.
"I need to know the resistance thresholds of their various body parts to direct physical harm, as well as their behavioral patterns under duress."
He stopped at the edge of the clearing, and the others gradually gathered around.
"The plan," Velin said, "is very simple." He casually picked up a branch and squatted, sketching a crude map on the ground.
"We'll use the scent of blood to lure a lone individual over."
He pointed to a thick cluster of bushes nearby.
"My Bader Dung Beetles will lie in ambush there. Once the target enters the predetermined zone, they will handle its containment."
"Ryo, you and your men will be responsible for tying up the target. That way, we'll have ourselves a live specimen."
