People of the Nora,
On the eve of your Proving, know the Carja stand with you as the softest light frames the stoutest trees. As those you have nurtured take their places among your initiates, we join your prayers that they will stand tall in the Sun.
I am grateful for your audience to be taken into your Embrace. I thank the wisdom of your elders, the mercy of your mothers, with our tribes united in trade and in trust. I pray that the Nora may never again mourn the death of a child in battle.
We do not forget our history. We do not forget the sins of my father. We do not forget the Nora children who bravely defended your lands. Their blood is a stain on the honor of the Carja. Our actions blotted out the Sun’s light with smoke and cruelty.
Nora mothers, brothers, sons—I have grieved as you have. I lost my own brothers, and at the hand of he who raised us. You, strong in spirit, have been an example to me. So let me restate my vow: no harm will come from the west. Look with me to the future. With the strength of the Nora is the strength of us all. No men, no machines, stronger than the bonds between us.
To the young warriors, to the honored elders, I bless you. May your mothers’ hands and the light of the Sun forever guide you.
So concludes his message, thus as it was written by His Radience Avad