Noble titles are but calling cards of identity, while heroes are monuments in history, a truth proven once on Mount Tamerlarya when subduing the mammoth tribe and proven yet again today.
"Good evening, my children," Shaman Liu said, nodding to the shamans around him, as he removed his porcupine skin crown and handed it to a maid who approached him.
"Your Eminence, although it may be presumptuous, it is still an honor to see you once more," came uneven voices, trembling with excitement, resounding intermittently around Shaman Liu.
"Tomorrow is the grand ritual celebration, and in my personal capacity I invite you all to a cup of malt wine each; drink it early and go to sleep," said the newly promoted Shaman of Divine Songs, his face alight with the compassion of a saint, "My children, as good as malt wine is, do not succumb to gluttony, facing the first challenge of your lives is the proper way."
