The Caravan
Hunched down unhappily beneath her cloak, Cassidy hung back as the discussion went on, feeling very much as though she had shown up for the wrong meeting. Apparently her coin and card tricks had been more impressive than she'd realized, she thought dryly, though it was more likely that someone had just noticed her crossbow. But she wasn't entirely sure that even the weapon would do much good if it actually came down to a fight -- she was a decent shot in practice, but shooting at a moving target that was also shooting back was another kettle of fish entirely.
"Well, I'm certainly not a tactician," she began, uncertainly. "But I do know something about avoiding fights. If we want to make them move, there are two basic approaches: either make them think there's a much bigger, angrier group coming towards them that they won't want to fight, or convince them that there's something they want very much elsewhere and they need to go get it. And it sounds as if they want our caravan, correct? So perhaps we can try to convince them that we're someplace we aren't and they need to go after us. I could -- " Here she paused, blushing faintly. "Uh, I could put together some official looking orders for them saying that a caravan has been spotted on another road and they should go intercept it. Or whatever other orders you think might be convincing. If they believe the orders, we can continue on our way. If they don't, well, then whoever we send as messenger can try to lure them into an ambush, as Fenris suggested. It might be worth a try."