Rite Of Passage

Ye kno', we Wildhammers weren't always 'ere in these wild lands. We used to live underground, just like our fair brothers, the Bronzebeards. I have never seen our great city of Grim Batol, but me grandfather Bemoth told me stories about it in front of the hearth.

Ye can't say that the Wildhammers from the past are the same than the current ones, they're just differen'. Sure, some traditions took over, but we also made new customs, more fittin' fer us gryphon riders.

<Doran looks you up and down and hesitates for a bit.>

Interested in learnin' about 'em, eh? 'ere, lemme show ye.

Young Wildhammer are s'pposed to make their own headdress out of feathers before turning of age - as a rite of passage, if ye will. If ye wanna make ye own, get some feathers from the owlbeasts roaming the Hinterlands. Don't forget to get different colours, me friend.

If a fledgling is about to leave the nest, what better way to help it fly than givin' it some feathers, eh?

<Doran's voice sounds a bit shaky, the old dwarf takes the feathers with utmost caution.>

These are magnificent, thank ye very much fer your interest in our traditions, me friend. Now that we have the feathers, we need a framin' to put them in.