Chief Tobi stepped forward, his presence now carrying an air of wisdom and authority. The rough wooden staff he held in his hand complemented the long, flowing traditional shaman robes that draped over his round frame. No longer wearing the warrior attire of the Aztec Empire, he had fully embraced the mantle of a shaman.
Gray eyed him up and down, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You look good," he said with a nod of approval.
Chief Tobi returned the nod. "Thank you. These robes and this staff belonged to my father," he said, his voice deep with reverence. "I kept them all these years, not sure if I would ever take up his mantle. Now that the moment has come, it's only right that I inherit them."
Gray's eyes lingered on the staff and the robes. He could feel the energy emanating from both. "They're more than just ceremonial," he observed. "The robe is fortified with spells to ensure the wearer's safety, and the staff enhances focus and channels power."
