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

<passage>:
BY KEITH LAUMER Sly, brave and truculent, the Qornt held all humans in contempt—except one! Ambassador Nitworth glowered across his mirror-polished, nine-foot platinum desk at his assembled staff. "Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?" There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward, looking solemn. seated himself in Qorn's vacated chair. "A couple of you finish trussing Qorn up for me." Terrestrial territory...." "Indeed, Mr. Magnan?" Nitworth smiled icily. "It appears the Qornt do before him, harrumphed and read aloud: His Supreme Excellency The Qorn, Regent of Qornt, Over-Lord of the not share that opinion." He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder presence in mandated territory of Terrestrial squatters, has the honor to advise that he will require the use of his outer world on the thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive, Terrestrials, renewed assurances of my awareness of your existence, Galactic Destiny, Greets the Terrestrials and, with reference to the and let Those who dare gird for the contest. "When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with the new Qornt stepping on our heels—" "I've lost the thread," Magnan said. "Who are the new Qornt?" "After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course. The Gwil become Boog, the Boog become Rheuk, the Rheuk metamorphosize "Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old saying goes." "What do Qornt turn into?" Retief asked. "Hmmmm. That's a good question. So far, none have survived Qornthood." "Have you thought of forsaking your warlike ways?" Magnan asked. "What "Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other Qornt personally." Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. "Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?" Retief and Magnan topped a ridge and looked down across a slope A second great green-clad figure rose up to block his way. He spun, darted to the left. The first Qornt pounced, grappled Magnan to its Retief jumped forward, hauled Magnan free, thrust him aside and "Nice piece of work, Mr. Magnan," Retief said. "You nailed both of Magnan through the heavy goggles, now badly cracked. "Small thanks to "Only Zubb and myself." "I mean altogether. How many Qornt?" The alien whistled shrilly. "Please, restrain yourself. I was merely somewhat astonished—" a small whistle escaped—"at being taken for a Qornt." "Aren't you a Qornt?" look like Qornt." "Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are "What are the differences between you, then?" "Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation for the finer things of life. One dreads to contemplate descending to their hurry, Retief, we're likely to be caught there with the last of the evacuees!" "How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?" "Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty." "Fifteen or twenty what?" Magnan looked perplexed. "Fifteen or twenty Qornt." "You mean that there are only fifteen or twenty individual Qornt in all?" Another whistle. "Not at all. I was referring to the local Qornt only. There are more at the other Centers, of course." 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 high-pitched screeching. "Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They can be an irascible lot when disturbed at their feasting." "When will the feast be over?" Magnan called hoarsely. three strumming slender bottle-shaped lutes, or pranced an intricate-patterned dance, unnoticed in the shrill uproar as each of the magnificently draped, belted, feathered and jeweled Qornt carried on a shouted conversation with an equally noisy fellow. "A most interesting display of barbaric splendor," Magnan breathed. "Now we'd better be getting back." "Ah, a moment," Zubb said. "Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the feasters—he with the head-dress of crimson, purple, silver and pink." "Twelve feet if he's an inch," Magnan estimated. "And now we really "They're fully automated twenty-thousand-ton all-purpose dreadnaughts. They mount a variety of weapons. The Qornt are fond of that sort of thing. Each of the Qornt has his own, of course. They're virtually identical, except for the personal touches each individual has given Retief stepped past Magnan and Zubb to study the feasting hall. "I can see that their votes would carry all the necessary weight." There was a momentary silence from all sides. "I guess so," grunted a giant Qornt in iridescent blue with flame-colored plumes. Qorn's eyes bulged. He half rose. "We've been all over this," he thought I'd made my point!" "Oh, sure, Qorn." "You bet." "I'm convinced." Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. "All for one and one for all, that's us." "And you're the one, eh, Qorn?" Retief commented. Magnan cleared his throat. "I sense that some of you gentlemen are not convinced of the wisdom of this move," he piped, looking along the table at the silks, jewels, beaks, feather-decked crests and staring eyes. "Silence!" Qorn hooted. "No use your talking to my loyal lieutenants three loops around Magnan's wrists, snapped a lock in place. they're thinking of giving up without a struggle." "Oh, I doubt that," the blue-and-flame Qornt said. "Why should they?" Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. "Take these two," he hooted. "I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!" "Well," Magnan started. "What's your proposal?" Qorn whistled, taking a gulp from his goblet. "A fifty-fifty split? Monetary reparations? Alternate territory? I can assure you, it's useless. We Qornt an Ultimatum." "What?" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered. "We plan to use this planet for target practice," Retief said. "A new "That's all right. They don't have one." "But—" "We'll take you on!" Qorn French-horned. "We're the Qorn! We glory in battle! We live in fame or go down in—" "Hogwash," the flame-and-blue Qorn cut in. "If it wasn't for you, Qorn, Magnan hovered at Retief's side. "Twelve feet tall," he moaned. "And "I wouldn't worry too much, Mr. Magnan. This is a light-Gee world. I doubt if old Qorn would weigh up at more than two-fifty standard pounds here." "But that phenomenal reach—" Retief moved out to meet him, watching the upraised backward-jointed arms. Qorn stalked forward, long lean legs bent, long horny feet

<question>:
Who found Retief and Magnan in the trees?

<options>:
A Two wild animals
B Two Verpp
C Two Qornt
D Three Qornt

<answer>:

B