*With a wave to the Armored-child, the Performer-child leads Ashen back down the wisp's rise, and past the lowest entrance, crossing wooden paths over water. It speaks as it walks.*
Now within family oft ourn Father, His Father-children doth showeth ourn gratitude forn He th'rut service. Forn time immemorial, we hast hath four roles in ourn Thanks.
Yon Performer-children, thon who'n recall en regale His many stories ande history, leaders oft prayer in day'n of't His Flintwicknacht an speakers oft His holy Stagespeech, so'n thus we Father-children nary forgeteth ourn past. This doth beith mine role, ifith thee couldst not hath guessed.
Yon Attunen-children, wards forn His Archchild in wick-lengths when it still doth walketh this mortalrealm wit'th us. Although we'n Father-children doth worship all, they'n doth commune with His true-light of direct course, ande maketh record of't yon word of the Archchild.
Yon Guardian-childen, noble, stalwart, most mighty of't His Father-children, thon doth keepeth His Thicket safe fron vile Outsider intrusion. Ourn Guardian-child of'n current course doth serve its role beautifully, patrole of His boundaries in this mortalrealm.
Ande, of last but nary an least, yon Maker-children. Practiced an of skill in thon claws, they'n doth forme structure that we doth now cross. Lantern, home an path of thicketsprout, we wouldst beith lost withouteth thon.
In length-past, we Father-children hath only one calling each, but in time anew, with so'n few oft us ok remainment of this mortalrealm, we doth multitask. Forn example, this Bug beganeth as't solely Performer-child, but in thon times accurent it beith both Performer-child ande Attunen-child.
In tyme, thee shalt findeth thine own calling, Redeemer-child, thine role forn to giveth Thanks to'n His blazing true-light, wether through thine calling oft yon soul, or word of ourn Father Himself. But giveth fear not, thee hast nary an limit oft time, forn He doth beith an patient, kind light, unlike yon false-lights of beyond.
