You show strength, but trust comes slow. Some still watch with hard eyes. I can help you earn their nod. Deadwood wear cords strung with fine beads of rare earth, smooth stones, and hard gifts of the mountain. These beads mark rank in their tribe. Bring me these signs to prove your deeds. For every eight beads you bring, your name will weigh more with us. Go now, and let the wood see your will.
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