*Taking a deep breath, Birch slowly makes his way towards the stairs as the hooded figure begins her descent. As he passes the figure, he gives a solemn shake of his head and mutters something to himself. As he ascends the step, his ordinary coat of browns and greens ruffles slowly in the breeze. At the top, he turns to face the crowd, his face portraying a look of deep concern. Extending his arms out to his side, he shouts over the crowd:
"Is this the way we behave in this day and age!?" He keeps his hands extended as if he awaits an answer from the crowd, but his penetrating gaze hints that his question is rhetorical. "Do we, as Elves of our proud and noble Father, go about war-mongering and spreading fear and dissent like beasts filled with blood-lust!?" At this, Birch lowers his head and lets his arms fall to his side. After a moment, he shakes his head and lifts it once more to meet the gaze of the crowd.
"My friends. My brethren. There are those among us that would have you believe that war, hatred, and violence are the answers to many of our problems. Those that declare war are not your friends, nor are they your brethren. They do not carry the well-being of our ancient and proud nation as the ultimate good of our people. Their hearts are filled with hate and they would have that hate satiated at the price of the precious and irreplaceable lives of our race. Believe me when I say this! The curse that lies upon our people should not be taken lightly when considering acts of warfare. We are not easily replaced and with each Elf that dies, a bit of our proud history and the wisdom of our people dies with them. No! War is not the answer! Death is not the answer!"
*Birch gazes over the crowd with an intense fire burning within his eyes. He waves his hand over the crowd before continuing.
"Do not believe those who tell you war is the only answer. They wish to use you as pawns in their own devious schemes. I, however, wish to free you from the ignorance that has been forced upon you. I desire that your eyes be opened and that your minds be truly enlightened as our ancestors' were when they walked with Malin. We are a proactive people, not a reactionary one. We do not let ourselves be controlled by the trivial events that happen outside of this forest. Believe me when I say this, if we continue on with this course of action, we shall forsake the memory of Malin, himself! Malin gave the forest to us, and it is in the forest that we flourish and endure!
I implore you, my brethren. Do not let your fate be decided by those who wish the destruction of our race, for even if we do win in whatever battles they have planned, we shall forever destroy the legacy of our people and shall be Children of Malin no more. Will you sit idly by and allow this to happen? I think not, so I invite you, no, implore you to rise up and claim your heritage. Join me in my resolve to restore our people to the dignity, pride, and nobility deserving of the name Elf. Let our weapons be wisdom, philosophy, and knowledge and let our shield be the guidance of the Aspects. Together, we shall reclaim our inheritance. Together, we shall flourish once more. Together, we are the Children of Malin!"
*Extends his hands towards the crowd and beckons them to respond.