“Thank you, AmaSiningwe.” Lacing his hands together respectfully, Salo steps deeper into the hall so he is visible to everyone present. The sudden quiet makes his ears ring. “As my aba and a few of you already know,” he says, “I’m here to announce my imminent departure for the city in the Dapiaro. The Plains are my home, and I’ll visit as often as I can, but any role I play in this society will be from a distance.” The tribal leadership looks to each other, muttered grumbles and whispers disturbing the silence.
