- Tak: Hey, Jeera. You seen Jibolba?
- Jeera: Yeah. He left you a note.
- Tak: [reading note] "Dear, Tak. Traloc was right. I am old."
- Jibolba: [voice-over on note] Traloc was right. I am old. And forgetful. And old. I can no longer be your mentor. I've gone to where old shaman go to wither away. Good luck with Traloc. Goodbye forever. Jibolba.
- Jibolba: [voice-over on second note] P.S. Did I write that I am old?