"Lad, you're Stragarr's brother? The chieftain's second son? This is yours, then." The old man drops the charr

"Lad, you're Stragarr's brother? The chieftain's second son? This is yours, then." The old man drops the charred mantle from his shoulders, holding it out to Regongar. "Tribe might be gone, but the chieftain's mantle is yours by right." After a moment of hesitation, Regongar accepts the mantle.