Taking the herb in the shaman's right Jalna hestantly ate it, the foul bitter taste so vile she almost puked it back up. Throwing the other herb into the fire, the shaman quickly brought another cup and offered it.<br/>"Fresh water." he said, reassuringly, and indeed it was.<br/><br/>It took about half an hour until the vertigo and hallucination faded, the only sound the crackling of the fire that made the barbarian drowsy, however perhaps because of the vision she saw she wouldn't fall to sleep here. The shaman brought a washcloth, soaked it in the cool water and used it to wash the sweat and dirt that stuck to her, at least where her skin was exposed.<br/>Finally her head cleared and the heat diminished, the breeze coming to the hut cooling her off. Her stomach was upset, but at the same time she felt hungry like a starving wolf. The shaman, no longer appearing morphed into a goblin was perhaps smiling under his skull mask.<br/>"Good. Now you can see, yes?. Now you can truly learn." he said proudly. "If I am no more and the tribe needs a shaman, you have the sight to take my place. Consume my heart then and learn my secrets."<br/>He took a small bone with several carvings and holes in it, feathers and braids wrapped through them, offering it to Jalna.<br/>"Proof, that you have the gift. Should you seek the audience of our spirits, or our ancestors. Should you wish to learn the craft of shaman one day. It means you are worthy." he explained.