G'win: Foster, listen to me. When I go, that oak will be yours again, and you have changed. I've seen it, but the darkness is still there, too. So, I'm afraid Foster, that if you lead us again, more blood will be spilled. So, promise me. When that oak is in your hand, that you will keep the darkness at bay.
Foster: Well, don't go and I won't have to.
G'Win: Promise me, Foster.