"If I rule Setraliie's Parliament as its High Chancellor, then I'll rule the High Parliament as well. With the Tree's wisdom at my beck and call and their Chroniclers as my personal guards, I'll be unstoppable.
"I'll become the King of the elves without those morons even noticing.
"An eternal and pointless war with the other races will keep them too busy to question my authority and too reliant on my privileged relationship with the Tree to depose me." He thought out loud.
"Or rather, that was supposed to be the plan! If that Qisal bastard has his way, the citizens of Setraliie will never move to the World Tree's Fringe and if I go there alone, no one will consider me more than a curiosity.
