Veikko didn't keep it a secret he'd eventually leave his weapons to his daughters, he trained them well in their youth, almost like they were lads. Regardless of their growing chest or what was between their legs they were warriors after all. They knew their heritage, they both held them before. If there was any ritual involved in passing them on, it would be before they leave likely. For now, everyone was busy with their own work, preparing for a likely incoming attack perhaps only days away.<br/><br/>Heading to the shaman's hut Jalna was greeted by the short, skinny man. Almost the entirety of his body was painted or tattooed, and he wore only a loincloth, bone necklaces and a decorated face mask made out of the skull of some creture the girl couldn't identify. From under the mask only his lower lips and gray beard were visible.<br/>"The child of providence answers." he mumbled, and beckoned the young warrior to follow into his hut. Not waiting for her to answer the invitation he went ahead, the small structure barely more spatious than a large tent. Charms, bones and herbs were all over the place, in bowls, jugs and hanged from the ceiling. In the middle was a small fireplace with a worn kettle of boiled water steaming next to it. By the time Jalna stepped in, the shaman was crushing some roots and leaves to a fine paste in a hand cup.<br/>"Come, come." he beckoned, handing over the cup to Jalna then taking the steaming kettle and pouring hot water on the paste then setting the water aside and taking a wooden spoon he stirred the mixture in the water, until it all took on the dark yellowish green color of the ingredients. "Drink. It will help you see." he instructed.