My children, if you can hear the call of the ancestral spirit, then you have been blessed beyond measure.
Now that you have stepped onto the path of the priesthood, understand this: To be named an assistant priest is both an honor-and a responsibility.

You must now open your eyes like newborn beasts, and cleanse your ears like the first meltwater of spring.

At dawn, you will follow the priest who guides you, helping prepare the rituals of each season. You will listen to ancient prayers and memorize every detail of every rite. At dusk, you will labor: storing grain, tanning hides, assisting hunts... Set aside your restlessness, your pride. Every moment of your days is a lesson.
This is not punishment. It is the ancestral spirit refining your heart, and the first step toward learning the ancient wisdom of Kanamia.

The knowledge of a priest is not found in scrolls. It lives in the words of your mentors, in the details of each ceremony, and in the daily rhythm of the tribe. Those with quick minds may grasp it early. Those slower to understand, if their hearts are sincere, will also be guided by the ancestral spirit in time.

If you are wise enough, and strong enough, your priest will see it in you. The High Priestess will come to know your name. And then, and only then, will you be worthy to take up the true mantle of priesthood, and become a bridge between our people and the ancestral spirit.

The path is not easy. But since the ancestral spirit has chosen you, you shall not turn away from the calling. Go now. See with your own eyes. Listen with your own ears. And feel with your heart.

Warning from an Elder