the elderly shaman

An elderly man sits here chanting in the misty incense.

The old withered old man sits cross-legged in the dirt before the fire.  A half sewn pair of hide leggings sit half in his lap, a threaded needle on the ground beside him.  He waves his hands back and forth as he chants some guttural sounds that sound very haunting.  The string of feathers and bones around his neck are his only adornment, but they show that he must be an important figure in the tribe.  He knows much lore of the Savannah, and quite likely, can tell you the value of its treasures.

Where it is found

Found in The Savannah: The Inner Sweat Room

Carries and wears

Nothing.

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