<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Walker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower, Around Town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Heading out of the city quickly, Walker was both relieved and surprised by the red-haired manitou summoner.  He hadn't expected the man to agree without the promise of white man money and he really hadn't counted on liking the man.  Joseph always warned against judging a person based only on their use of manitous but he, like most of the others, had a hard time with that idea.<br/><br/>It didn't surprise him in the least when Singing Feather, flanked by both Little Running Bear and Eagle Rock were waiting for him.  He was even less surprised when she answered his question quietly before he even spoke.  He inclined his head to her with a wide smile and shake of his head.<br/><br/>Rushing back to Gomorra, Walker was pleased to see Tommy with whatever supplies he needed to perform this task.<br/><br/>He thought about it for a moment and nodded.  “I think the Whippersnappers would be a good starting point.”  It wasn't likely that most parents would allow two grown men, one of them being a 'savage red-skin' to meet with their children.  Without hesitation, Walker bent and picked up the heavy bag, his muscular arm flexing as it settled against his side.  He wasn't particularly bothered by the weight.  Each time he traveled, it was necessary for him to carry a heavy load.<br/><br/>“Singing Feather will meet with us in the city tomorrow.”  He finally remembered to mention.  He shrugged a little sheepishly.  “I do not entirely know when nor where but I am sure she will find us when she is able.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A small knot of whippersnappers wasn't overly hard to find near the center of the city.  They often gathered in groups and business was good for them in the middle of everything.  As they approached, the youngest of the boys waved at them.  Like most of the children, he had a thin layer of dirt on his cheeks, clothes that didn't quite fit him right but he still smiled at them.<br/><br/>“Got yer letters?  A delivery?”   His eyes flicked over the Injun and Tommy quickly.  “What'ver yer needs, we can help ya!”  He offered enthusiastically.  For the whippersnappers, all business was welcome as it meant food in their bellies.  Little things like the color of a mans skin wasn't a sticking point.