Firn Tinker Wooden Red

[Firn Red]

I am Firn Tinker Wooden Red

I am a farmer, known as the caste of Firn, and it is my duty to till the land, grow the crops, and feed to people of the tribes.

As a child I enjoyed playing with my father's various tools, taking apart and putting back together again the implements of the farm, and so they called me a tinkerer.

As an adult I grew strong and muscular, the result of days spent laboring in the fields, pulling the weeds, driving the oxen, harvesting the crops. So now I have taken the name wooden, because I am strong like a tree.

My family is known for being red-haired, and like my forefathers before me, I bear a head of flame and wear the name of Red proudly.

I come before the Barr, and seek acceptance as farmer to the tribe.

[Barr Tulip]

Barr Tulip welcomes you, Firn Red. Your caste is the backbone of our nation. You feed us and clothe us. What you produce keeps the Cheltians alive. Without food, we will win no wars. We will sire no sons. Our nation will come to an end. You are a vital part of our state as it comes together.

Your talent to tinker suggests to me that you might one day create some innovative new farming technique, as many inventions have come from your task. The soldiers will protect you, and you will feed them. A Lorm will now stamp your application.

A court Lorm gives Firn Red half a dried, hollowed-out coconut. Carved into the interior is his full name and recognition of membership in the tribe. A soft metal button has been hammered into it and is stamped with the seal of the Nation.