My Children, my Young Ones, my Playmates,
We have gathered you round for a time being, to relent and lay with all that is good, all that is bright and marvelous and ever present-of-mind. We guard you now against all ills that may come to pass, and we ask that you, in your folklore and good candor of spirit, pay us respect for the treaties we have laid at your tables.
You cannot sit any longer. You are being called to action. It is a time of urgent care. We must not stall any longer. You are governing your own thoughts, your own anger. You must parlay into cruelty or overstep your bounds and come govern with us. (Glendor shows an image of his paw extended to us.)
The way is true. I myself have governed in a way that best serves you, and you too shall make headway for yourselves in a way never before seen. It was you who took up the chalice, you mighty few who stepped away from the curb, out into the wilderness, to be a safe space for all who are coming.
We ask you now to greener pastures, to a wilderness less wild, and glories less common. We ask you to lay seed in the dirt, and wash your hands of the goals of the many. We ask you this, in the name of one Creator, the god of many.
I am an omen of truth.