The elves want to rule us simply because they did so in the past, their pride blinds them into thinking that we are incapable of ruling ourselves. The oak would be king of all things while we suffer and starve beneath its shade, being told that we are protected.

Let the Ebonheart Pact bring their storm, let our allies bring the axe, and let us Bretons plant the seeds of new trees.

I know chains when I see them and I will not bend my knee to a frail ghost from the past that refuses to die! They call Ayrenn Arana the "Queen of the Ruby Throne," let us paint her throne properly.