The elf clears his throat and adjusts his cape before speaking loudly and confidently
"I am Sin'tril Alkinor, Officer of the Vigil"
"I stand before you today with a troublesome question, where is our Tilruir'nor?"
The elf pauses for a few seconds and then continues "Nowhere it seems..."
"Ikur Seregon does not walk the roads of the silver city, does not speak to its people"
"I helped design and build the beautiful city that we now call our home and i have always been a loyal and pure thill"
"The city of the pure needs a new Tilruir'nor, someone who knows the city and its people, someone who works hard for the sake of the people, i believe that someone to be me"
"I challenge Ikur Seregon for his position as Servant of the land"