Eruraviel
Eruraviel lazily wagged her finger, and the pot of tea hovered over to Amanda and cleanly poured out a cup of her best tea, purchased directly from angelic merchants. "I wish for more than just that, Lady Drosa. I have two demands—one, I wish all of my captured brethren to be turned over to me for protection. It has become clear to me that there is no safe place for the elven race within the limits of this city. Second..."
Again, Eruraviel casually waved her hand. In a puff of shimmering smoke, a detailed map of Nexus City appeared. She then slammed her finger onto the slaver-state of Alaba."I am seeking to establish a city under my protection, a place elves and all those friendly to our race can call home." In an instant, a neat border between Columbia and the forest grew, leaving Columbia annexing the western breakaway states while a new color absorbed the far east. "Of course, I have no pretensions on this land without an official treaty, and the aid which I would be willing to offer would be–ah, how do you humans say it?-proportional."