It took up all of his childhood, but finally Ferenic mastered all three and was made Chieftain of the Gyam tribe. To the Gyam alone, the Spirit entrusted the greatest power – the power over the hearts and bodies of his tribe.
While the Varos Tribe grew in power and recklessness, the Gyam tribe grew spiritually and peacefully, not having as much interest in fighting. That was the tribe’s way until the day of death, when a stranger showed up to the Gyam Village.
The man was grown, but didn’t appear to be elderly. He had a long red beard just like the Mountain Tribe were known to have, and wore a leather tunic, with leather bracers covering the lower half of his forearms – just like the Emberek men wore. In his right hand he held a large great sword, and though the weapon seemed to weigh too much for one man to hold so easily, that is exactly what this man did. He seemed to wield what should have been an unwieldy two handed weapon as though it weighed nothing.
Three emissaries were sent to greet the stranger as Ferenic watched from the village with a skeptical eye. Contact between Nordic Villages was scarce, and it was unlike the Tribes to send someone out alone. As the emissaries approached the stranger, he stopped and readied his weapon without provocation.