Something is coming...I can feel it. Some great change in the pattern. What it portends? I cannot tell.
The final image is clouded to my eyes, and even the wisdom of The Book of Three avails me nothing.
I can do naught but wait...and watch. So have I done for three hundred years.
And Prydain has been at peace, as much as men can ever be. Yet know...I fear there may be bloodshed. Soon.
Ever are the lives of men short and filled with pain. Yet as foolish as it may seem, I cling onto my one true hope.
For if I have learned one thing in all my years, is that nothing is certain...and all things are possible.

I am not angry! I am troubled....troubled by your eagerness to put yourself in danger.
I do have a certain responsibility to see that you reach manhood in one piece, and yet, you seem determined to thwart it! 
It has reached my ears that a new and mighty warlord has risen. A powerful man of great evil, who sports with death as you'd sport with a dog.

It has become impossible to conduct any sort of meditation whatsoever! What is all this confusion? Taran! I warned you!
Hmm. I have been given no knowledge of this. I must consult Hen Wen. Come, help me find her letter sticks!