Sale had been called from gathering and been ordered to see the chief his uncle. He approached the tent where his uncle resides and entered. His uncle was not old only 50 or so but he had a condition the ancients call "Cancer".

"Uncle" sale bowed
"Ahh... Sale my boy! Take a seat!"
Sale took a seat "you wanted me uncle?"
"Yes.. Yes my boy, as you know I am dying of this "Cancer curse""
Sale bowed his head.
"So when I die the clan leadership passes to my kin, as your father died and I have no son, that leaves.... You"
Sale gasped, he had never considered being a leader but the thought was inspiring.