After some convincing (that does not go unnoticed by the Snowmask warriors and Chief!), Dean gives up the blade to Rolvark who in turn offers it to Chief Hiryla. With a bow, the chieftain takes the ax reverently as his clansmen fall to their knees in homage. The chieftain beacons for you all to follow, and then hefts the ax into the air with both hands. As he turns to lead the way back into the Fortress, his warriors fall in line behind, leaving you to follow. The destruction and excavations that the Shadow Lodge left in their efforts to find the ax are unmistakable. The procession follows this trail to a tomb deep within the castle where Hiryla reverently kneels before a stone bier topped with a skeleton. Rising, he places the ax across the chest of the remains of Ranulf the Hammerhand, Leader of the Kellids. With a bow, Chief Hiryla leads the way back out of the castle. He consults with his warriors, then directs you to assist them. After a couple hours of work, another avalanche is rigged to fall over the castle, burying it once more.
As you follow the chief back to the Snowmask village, the distant rumbles of the avalanche fade away.. hopefully sealing the grave and weapon once more. That night, you are invited to a feast. Upon arrival, you are greeted once again by Teyma. She explains that if willing, you will be inducted into the Snowmask Clan.. an honor granted only once before: to Ranulf.
After a lengthy feast, you are led outside to the ritual adoption.. and in the morning, you prepare to return to Absalom, each carrying the blessing of your adopted tribe!
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Thanks for such a high honor. As representative of our tribe I'll gladfully accept that honor. Let this be a first step in a properoues realtionshipsays Guinfa thanking the honor and trying to make a good impresion in the elders. this can be useful later when he'll try a more concrete alliance with Chief Hirla.
He still looks a little nervous in the presence of so may food, but this time he looks to having it easily an even risks to accept small portions, as a compromise between being grateful and festing.