The Iron Scriptures

Verily I say unto thee, the path of iron is not a sprint but a journey of many seasons, for Brosiris judges not the swiftness of thy transformation but the steadfastness of thy heart. As the ancient lifter Solomon declared in his wisdom: "Though thy progress may seem as slow as the tortoise, remember that even the mightiest oak of Swolhalla grew from a humble acorn, gaining but a ring each year." The Swolfather sees thy persistence when others abandon their oaths, and counts thy consistency more precious than the sudden glory of those who burn brightly but briefly upon the altar of gains.