Are you Morla, the Ancient One?

[yawns]

Not that it matters, but yes.

Please help me, Morla! Do you recognize this? [holds out the Auryn]

Well... we haven't seen the Auryn in a long time.

We? Is there someone else here too?

We haven't spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.

[Morla lets out an enormous sneeze, knocking Atreyu out of the tree, he climbs back up]

Morla! I bring terrible news! Did you know that the Empress is very ill?

Not that it matters, but yes. Actually, we don't care.

If I don't save her, she'll die! There's a terrible Nothing sweeping over the land! Don't you care about that?

We don't even care... whether or not we care. [Morla stifles a sneeze, Atreyu braces himself]

Do you have a cold?

No... we're allergic to youth. [Morla sneezes again]

You know how I can help the Empress, don't you?

Not that it matters, but... yes.

If you don't tell me and the Nothing keeps coming, you'll die too! Both of you!

Die? That, at least, would be something. [Morla starts to sneeze, Atreyu braces himself again]

Please help me. You said you knew the answer--

[Morla sneezes again, knocking Atreyu out of the tree]

We're tired of sneezing, go away! Nothing matters.

That's not true! If it didn't really matter to you, you could tell me.

[laughs]

Ah ha ha! Clever boy!

TELL ME, PLEASE!

We don't know, but you can ask the Southern Oracle.

How can I get there?

You can't. It's 10,000 miles away.

But that's so far.

That's right. Forget it. Give up.