The Dreamers

A hooded elf would approach the noticeboard, pinning a neatly written note to the present noticeboard. If we wish to resolve the problems faced within Malinor, the resolution is not through further division. The color of one's hair and skin, nor their height or build ought to divide us. We are the descendants of Malin, each and every one of us. Until we cease our needless division, our internal strife will continue. Unify the descendants of our King and ancestor Malin once more, and follow the path he set for us. With this, our problems will fade, and for this reason, your plan is doomed to fail. Power should be given based upon merit and one's willingness to sacrifice, not the pigment of their skin. The note is left unsigned, the user walking off rather quickly. Of course, he'd do this while everyone was distracted by a wraith attacking or some other bad guy.

A cloaked elf draws a hand to his face, shaking his head. "With the divergence of the descendants of Malin, the state of the elves only grows worse."