Vert turned her attention to the story teller as he told of the other champions of light. "I will admit. I never approved of what the high elves did. All races are capable to ruling themselves. Sure there would be war, but isn't there always some kind of war?" Vert said. She didn't much care if the others would like her less for this comment, they already didn't like her after all, what harm was there in making them hate her more. "Honestly it feels like we're all just pets to them. They care about us sure, but they never allow us to rule on our own." Vert added looking towards the sky.

In truth this was also telling why Vert didn't try to kill herself right away after she killed and ate her entire town. Deep down there was a part of her that agreed with the warlock. That was the whole reason she kept going, or atleast that was what she told herself kept her going. Though in truth, Vert had no idea what the warlock had as a goal.