His appearance might have caused a little stir. Some small wake in the people assembled because here was an individual fully named within the pamphlets as well. A man of dignity, by the way he walked and the gentle pressure his fingertips applied to make way for his passage. A golden coiffed head, those locks set in intricate braids and patterns that were held in place by clips of bronze and copper, and coloured strips of leather interwoven between the strands. His voice, when it popped up shortly after the passionate speech delivered by the Governor, was deep. Commanding, but without arrogance.
"Ten thousand years ago I came to this land." His steps carried him forward through the small assemblage. In his wake trailed his ever present female companion, her half-crazed violet eyes darting back and forth, silver hair done in braids that matched that of the much, much taller Vanidor. The cream colour of her simple dress almost matched exactly the gentle tan of her skin. "A land that was tempestuous and rugged and wild. Dangerous and dark and foreboding. We came to subdue this land and make it habitable, for our families and friends. For our ancestors and their children's children." The Elf Lord pushed a path for the front of the room. See. Here he was, a man 'pushed' out of his office by the Governor. Perhaps. They certainly saw things in a different light. How could Vanidor not, if he truly had lived for such a lengthy period of time. But here he was, almost marching for the Governor's side.
"Even then, this land held a dark name. Merisdardia. The Forest that is Shrouded in Shadow. We came, to fulfill our destinies as Guardians and Protectors. A task only half completed, even to this day. For the Forest taxes the strengths of even the eternal and un-aging." There was no point in iterating that there were less than three score of his particular line in all of the world. Glenn knew. Certainly Calomel did as well. That was enough. "Ever have we sought out those of other races who were... skilled in bringing Light to the Darkness, in pushing back the shadow. Let it be said, know and for always, that that nature is imbued within the Governor as well. The Enclave of Sildiena, have and shall always, side with this man in his endeavours to provide a brighter future for Myrken."
Here, the elf narrowed his ice-blue eyes, scanning the crowd that had presented itself for this... talk. See them push aside this clear and present declaration of his... Loyalty? Perhaps that's what one could call it. "Men in power do what they must to protect their people. Adopted or Natural. Instead of prattling on about the way things must be as you see it, seek instead to be part of the solution and let your pride go to the wayside. Truly, there are better endeavours for men of High Honour, than worrying about who commands who, or coveting and grasping for power of your own." His eyes were ever roving, slits of mild annoyance upon his forever youthful features. "Putting a second thought to these pamphlets is the least concern for certainly they do not come from the -people- of this land. We all know, I would believe, that they declare their grievances much more vocally than what can be said in simple parchment."