"Back in the mountains" Erlik muses recalling the harsh life of the Glade "my people spend all their lives fighting for the right to hold the land. For a while perhaps they prevail and then another tribe comes and forces them out and then it is the new tribe who must struggle to hold the land, perhaps a season, perhaps more. It is always like this, people die, people struggle, but the land remains.
When I came here to the world below I found people from many tribes living together - see even here we have dwarf and human and halfling and elf. They live well not because they struggle with each other but because they have learnt to tolerate each other and to share. The Caves below were for the Kobolds, the grass above for men, the forest for the Elfs. If it is the hobs who have taken your caves and threatened the villages of men then it is with them that our common rage belongs. If you can see this and learn to tolerate the ways of men and kobolds then perhaps all will prevail!"
Erlik's voice fades off then and a long of melancholy overshadows his features as if his mind is a thousand miles away - as indeed it is...
