Roleplay (sort of):
I must say, a part of me cringes at this, for it recalls bad memories. This is what war does to friendship or love. This is why no war is productive, and those who start wars, be they the demons who attacked us, or anyone else are in the wrong. This is why peace must be a foremost priority, and when peace is impossible, aggressors must be punished for their wrongdoings. I urge the demons present amongst this council to reconsider their aggression and leave, for their actions are unjust and in the end, harmful to long term stability and progress. If they refuse (as they have so far done), then I urge the council to remain united in finding them and forcing them to stand trial for their crimes, and I urge members of this council to set aside nationalistic grievances in this time of adversity.
I to loved once, a lad from the winter court of Svartalfar, many moons ago. Then, the two courts split and war broke out....
The ambassador trails off tearful, and returns to her quarters, walking with a visible limp after being impacted by the body of the injured Prespurian Regent. She still wondered, whether the Regent's claims were genuine, or if the regent was one of the demons or usurpers. In the end, the later seemed more likely to her...
