"Grandmother Philosier, I'm sorry... I still think we should join the Chosen Ones!"
A young elf looked firmly at the old clan leader of the Flame Tribe, his still slightly immature voice carrying a hint of fervor,
"These days... I've seen a side of them I've never seen before."
"They are always full of energy, brimming with passion, tirelessly dedicated... they're always fighting for a better future! Not only that, they're always selflessly helping us..."
His voice carried a hint of emotion, his words full of resolve,
"They... are our partners! I believe that if they choose to fight, we cannot stand by!"
"I agree!"
Another young elf nodded as he excitedly said,
"I've always been thinking... is our belief really right? Is kindness... always right?"
"I once engaged in discussions and debates with the Chosen Ones about this issue, and even had some disputes. But later, their words completely enlightened me—"
