Frankie, listen to to yourself. What you say is insanity! I would know. I was once the commander of a battalion in the Queens Elven army. I also had two human battalions along side me. They respected me. Mostly because I had won many battles in the great war. One day, I received orders from a higher up to withdraw, and regroup with a larger force. He even explained the circumstances of our retreat: the opposition that lay ahead of us, and that we were unmistakably out numbered. I thought, "We have been out numbered in the past, many of times, and did we falter? Ha! Of course we didn't! I let my arrogance take hold of me. I disobeyed orders and sounded the horn of advance. Three hours later we ran unexpectedly into the opposition we had been informed of: nigh on six hundred of Queen Grief's best troops. We had merely had two hundred. We fought. The battle lasted nigh on four days. Every single one of my men perished, and same went for the humans. Sure the enemy was decimated, but I was all that remained. Yes, granted, if by some chance you defeat the enemy (which is 99.99999999999999999% unlikely), you will be left with not a sence of victory and power, but that of emptiness. Heed my words Frankie. You are better off calling this whole thing off.
- Vrael Argetlam