So runs deep the Elder Symphony in Arborlon that sprung forth came the Elder race, whose songs are of pure nectar to the Gods above. From birth to death, the Elders sing songs of praise and glory to the Gods and ne'er cease their tongues to speak in mortal tongues. The river, too, sings with them in perfect harmony as it roars against the falls and and trills through the rapids. From this sacred river many creatures thus are bred, due to the fertile nature of these waters.