<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Scooter2.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Scooter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sweetrock<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Walter<br/><hr/><br/>Scooter blinked at the question, looking uncertain.  “I… uh…”  He considered.  Mr. Baine hadn’t said if he was supposed to go get Walter and bring him back, or just send Walter on his way to the Sweetrock offices.  His brow knit, then there secret meeting was briefly interrupted by a small pack of Whippersnappers trundling out of the alley, smelling of ribs, honey, cornbread and biscuits.  They blinked up at Scooter the mountain, then dodged around him, then warily scattered in all directions before getting too close to the baleful Walter and his dangerous eyes.<br/><br/>One of the kids dropped a piece of cornbread near Walter’s feet, began to lean to retrieve it, then looked up at Walter.  He gave a little shiver, and decide to abandon his prize.  He snatched his hand back and scurried off.<br/><br/>Scooter watched them grow, his brow knit thoughtfully.  “Mr. Baine didn’t say.  Guess I should take you there.”  He gave a little sigh.  He was not much fond of any of the bridges out across the mesas, but the most stable was certainly the one connecting Sweetrock to the main mesa.<br/><br/>He shrugged, and began to lead the way. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=201960.msg9868041#msg9868041)<br/>