"Come out there, dragons! Orcfim here is talking about the black ones! I've seen them! I know what you mean. Thank you for clarifying, Vufmik. So one of their mighty number has fallen to these humans. Hear me, vessel of Orcfim. This Mori Suberi you speak of was likely large in size and long-lived, ruling over the forests using its fearsome strength to tear apart its foes, a dragon that could hold its own against my kind. If a creature possessed of such power was slain by ones as small as yourselves, that can only mean one thing. It had gone senile. Senile? Like the mental and physical decline that some experience with old age? If my words were accurately conveyed, I'm certain that was its condition. That look on your faces tells me you're surprised. Are we not living creatures? Do we not grow ill the same as you? All life passes in time, just as the rainfall must eventually cease and the sun must eventually set. When dragons with the will of their own experience loss of faculty, they acknowledge it as the beginning of the inevitable end. During our fading years, we'll be defeated in battle and killed, thus serving as sustenance for new life. In our world, that is natural law, and I see no reason to deny it. Natural law? That which governs the world. Simply because we can communicate, you suggest treating us differently. But dragons, humans, beasts, and plants, our lives are equal in the face of natural law. To put it simply, it is the great river of life itself, stretching through all of time. All living things make up its waters, and if it remains unadulterated, then harmony with nature will continue. In fact, if the two of you had fallen during our battle, then I would simply have devoured you both and left you. I would simply have devoured you both and the smaller folk around you."