Ellawynne smiled and laughed. "I am not sure how it i s in the West, but here and especially among the clans the Shamans are trusted seers, healers and are trusted. The one that gave me my prophesy was an old woman that had been among the clan her for many, many years. If she said something would happen, it did. So I believed her. She is now dead and burried out there on the plains where she requested to be burried. She told me the prophesy when I was ten years old. She had nothing to gain by lying or making something like that up. I will send two of my best with you to the mesa where the tomb lies."<br/><br/>Merry and Pippen being like their grandfathers wanted to explore the encampment. Flagdon followed so as to keep them out of trouble. The clansmen looked at the pair and and talked about them. Children ran up to them gigling and laughing wanting to know all there was about them and their people. One of the clansmen though scoffed at their armor and weapons, saying that they were not warriors and he could crush them. He was a big man and one that was one of the best warriors of the clan. Merry took offense at his talk and looked up at him. "Well lets see." he said with a smile and drew his blade. The big man laughed and drew his and sought to bash the small hobbit with the flat of the balde. But Merry seemed to just sidestep and deflect the blow with ease. This made the man raise a brow and again the came in at Merry with more determination and again Merry was able to out manuver the man and strike him on the back of the right leg with the flat of his sword. Again and again Merry bobbed and weaved and out manuvered the man. Finally he was able to knock one of the mans legs from under him and the man fell on the ground on his back and Merry was over him his sword at the mans throat.<br/><br/>The man looked at Merry with a puzzled look and then roared with laughter. "By the Gods!" he exclaimed. The crowd that had gathered looked on in awe at how such a small person could overcome the big man. He got to his feet and sheathed his sword. "Well done little warrior. Well done." he laughed again. "Come your friends to, let us go have some ale." Merry grinned and Pippen smiled at the thought of having ale. Flagdon also grinned and went with them. It seemed that the sword Merry had, like Pipens, somehow gave them an advantage over their opponent.