Gazing into the river, he watches three oak leaves at float upon the water's turbulent surface.
When the sounds of orc screeches sound to him from the distant forest, the old druid looks up and begins gazing into the still and peaceful forest which surrounds him.
Then he returns his gaze to the water, and the three leaves and murmurs something in Druidic:
"For every winner, there is always someone who must lose."
