The tribe's shaman is a bit of an enigma. He's not a warrior or a hunter. He owes no particular alleigence to any family; no one is supposed know his line. His breeding prospects are slim. He's underfed, but not because they starve him. It's because he has other things to do besides eat. Like gather medicines and design strange new devices. In a way he's a primitive mad scientist, with too much on his mind to bother with trivial concerns.
Hence the question: What's he making? Considering the tiny dried carcass he's peering at, it could as easily be a potion or just soup.
I've wanted to revisit the shaman since I first drew him waaaaay back. Since I was on a tribal kick again after last night's Arren piece, I figured what the hell. Again, no reference, but I have been flipping through my Andrew Loomis book.
