Gold pattern pointing up, page-502

Skol you remind me of a knackered horse dragging himself to a waterhole,you peer into it, and on seeing your reflection you recoil with horror, shocked at the sight you just witnessed.
Then you look into the water (ignoring the horror) which has a golden hue and as thirsty as you are you refuse to drink the water because,well you are who you are.
Infose is hanging on to your tail,mumbling Skol, I'm scared