Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Sly, brave and truculent, the Qornt neck, jerked his head back, the green crest tossing wildly. "If I were you, I'd relax," Retief said, rising and releasing his grip. "Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?" Qorn got a leg under him with a hollow clack. He wilted, an ungainly tangle of over-long limbs and gay silks. Retief turned to the watching crowd. "Next?" he called. Retief kicked it. Qorn's chin hit the floor time to elect a new leader," he said. "Now, my qualifications—" "Sit down," Retief said loudly. He stepped to the head of the table, The blue and flame Qornt stepped forward. "Maybe this would be a good "Indeed, Mr. Magnan?" Nitworth smiled icily. "It appears the Qornt do "What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one "I've lost the thread," Magnan said. "Who are the new Qornt?" "We're up against something new, gentlemen! I've considered every "After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course. "Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old "What do Qornt turn into?" Retief asked. Qornt "Well, I see you're of a mind with me," Nitworth nodded. "Our plan of "But Mr. Retief is your leader now. He won't let you!" "Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if we have to satisfy our drive to action." he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other "Afraid? Good lord, no, ha ha. It's just that I'm afraid I may lose my head and do something rash if I go." "Nonsense! A diplomat is immune to heroic impulses. Take Retief along. No dawdling, now! I want you on the way in two hours. Notify the transport pool at once. Now get going!" Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall. "Oh, Retief," Nitworth said. Retief turned. "Try to restrain Mr. Magnan from any impulsive moves—in any direction." don't you head back for the boat, while I ease over and see what I can observe." "Retief, we're engaged in a serious mission. This is not a time to think of sightseeing." "One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it turned—and collided with the eight-foot alien, coming in fast from the right. All three went down in a tangle of limbs. Retief jumped forward, hauled Magnan free, thrust him aside and stopped, right fist cocked. The two Qornt lay groaning feebly. "Nice piece of work, Mr. Magnan," Retief said. "You nailed both of "Aren't you a Qornt?" "Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation had established a settlement there, but I confess I pay little note to such matters." "We're wasting time, Retief," Magnan said. "We must truss these chaps up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they said." "That would be the invasion of Smorbrod," Magnan said. "And unless we hurry, Retief, we're likely to be caught there with the last of the evacuees!" Rheuk it's their nest-mending time, you know. The Boog will be busy mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up "If at all possible." Retief got to his feet. "I think our course is clear, Mr. Magnan. It's up to us to go down and attract a little attention." "I'm not at all sure we're going about this in the right way," Magnan puffed, trotting at Retief's side. "These fellows Zubb and Slun—Oh, they seem affable enough, but how can we be sure we're not being led into a trap?" "We can't." Magnan stopped short. "Let's go back." "All right," Retief said. "Of course there may be an ambush—" Magnan moved off. "Let's keep going." "I don't like it, Retief," Magnan whispered. "Those fellows are plotting mischief." "Threaten them with violence, Mr Magnan. They're scared of you." "Ah, a moment," Zubb said. "Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the thing. Each of the Qornt has his own, of course. They're virtually Retief stepped past Magnan and Zubb to study the feasting hall. "I can see that their votes would carry all the necessary weight." anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now "You'll face the wrath of Enlightened Galactic Opinion!" "Oh? How big a navy does Enlightened Galactic Opinion have?" "Stop scaring him, Mr. Magnan. He may get nervous and shoot." Retief !" Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. "Chain that one." He indicated Magnan. His eyes went to Retief. "This one's bigger crash at Magnan's feet. Zubb aimed the guns while the servant wrapped three loops around Magnan's wrists, snapped a lock in place. "You next!" The guns pointed at Retief's chest. He held out his arms. Four loops of silvery-gray chain in half-inch links dropped around them. The servant cinched them up tight, squeezed a lock through the "You can do better than that," Qorn hooted. "Now here's a suggestion: say—and ship them back." "Good lord! Retief, he's talking about cutting off our ears and sending he hooted. "I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!" "Well," Magnan started. "Hold it, Mr. Magnan," Retief said. "I'll tell him." "What's your proposal?" Qorn whistled, taking a gulp from his goblet. to fight." "I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong impression, your Excellency," Retief said blandly. "We didn't come to negotiate. We came to deliver an Ultimatum." "What?" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered. "You have the gall," Qorn stormed, "to stand here in the center of Qornt Hall—uninvited, at that—and in chains—" "Oh, these," Retief said. He tensed his arms. The soft aluminum links "Retief." Magnan tugged at his sleeve. "Don't forget their superdrive." "That's all right. They don't have one." "But—" Across the cleared floor, Qorn shook off his helpers with a snort. "Enough! Let me at the upstart!" Retief moved out to meet him, watching the upraised backward-jointed Retief, who leaned aside, caught one lean shank below the knee. Qorn bent to haul Retief from his leg—and staggered back as a haymaker took him just below the beak. A screech went up from the crowd as Retief leaped clear. off-leg in a flying tackle. Qorn leaned, arms windmilling, crashed to the floor. Retief whirled, dived for the left arm, whipped it behind the narrow back, seized Qorn's neck in a stranglehold and threw his weight backward. Qorn fell on his back, his legs squatted out at an

<question>:
The group try to come up with a plan in regards to the Qornt, and Nitworth decides

<options>:
A They need to flee the planet to be safe.
B They will stand and fight against them.
C Magnan needs the experience involved in a recon mission.
D Retief has to confront them due to a punishment he receives.

<answer>:

A