[Saevel stands tall, wearing exquisite ancient elven armour and a green cloak marked with elvish runes. His face is austere and somber as he delivers his speech]
I am Saevel Moondown, sworn sword unto the Black Archer, hunter in the Underdark, and now a candidate for your town's Council. Listen to my words, for I speak of what will bring the deaths and enslavement of you all.
[His voice fills with hatred] They are everywhere about the Underdark! Foul, venomous betrayers, servants of Araushnee, cursed by the Seldarine for their evil. They are cruel. They are wicked. They care nothing for life or love, all they desire is power and control. They are a plague of locusts, and you are wheat, they are a swarm and they will be coming for you. You know of what I speak. They are known as the Drow, or to you humans as the dark elves and they are the greatest threat in the Underdark.
[His voice rises, filled with melancholy and mixed with contempt]
As surely as the great bear must prepare to live through the winter, your town must be prepared for war, for they will come, looking to enslave you anew! What will you do when the shackles of the Drow once again hold you? I tell you now, this town will FALL the way it is now. There are rumours a new Matron Mother of Traensyr has arisen and the Drow are nearly united enough to focus themselves externally, they will come to claim their escaped property. It is ironic, for you are all scattered, when the Drow are uniting, you are divided by petty squabbles human kind indulges in all too often!
You need to unite, you need to strengthen, you need to use everything you have to combat them. I will not lie to you or fill your heads with empty promises as too many of your candidates and councillors do. Your town is digging its own grave, it is stagnant, you focus so much on what makes you different, and ignore what makes you the same, you are all sons and daughters of ex-slaves, or you were one yourself! Embrace it!
[He now speaks feverently, his hands tightened into fists]
You fight over your differences foolishly, and you ignore the looming threat that is coming for you! It is insanity! Human madness! All of your previous human councillors have been so short-sighted, so blind, for they have not lived, or seen enough to have understanding. See where they have taken you, to the brink of destruction! Humans focus on the present and ignore what tomorrow will bring; you have a great wall blocking your view and cannot see the open forests and fields as I can. This is why you must have the other races to lead and guide you, for you have proven yourselves incapable of doing so.
I am standing for your Council, humans, what I will bring is the largest amount of funding feasible to your militia and guard, attempts at reunification with the other splintered groups that have weakened your town further, preparations for the war that will come and the severed heads of Drow at your town's feet. If you want even a hope of surviving the plague to come, you may as well elect me or others who hold such values. That is all.
[After the speech it is noted Saevel exchanged heated words with an armoured human. The human was challenged to a duel after an insult against the elven people, where they both fought in the arena. Saevel collapsed and moments afterward, so did the human. The man was declared the victor by the school of war]