<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 – Private Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Walkers brows furrowed even further as Singing Feather turned to depart.  He had known that there was a great deal of trouble in Gomorra but he had no idea that the white man would be so willing to harm the young ones.  While every part of him hoped that Singing Feathers hunch was wrong, he had never known the wise woman to speak unless she had good reason to do so.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, his long, dark hair sliding against his back, he began the long walk back over the bridge leading to the city.  The matching nightmares of the children seemed to be something real.  Something that came out at night and, for some reason, was targeting the children of the city.  Singing Feather had sent him a message to drop that information on his lap and asked him to seek a red haired man.  A man staying at the new saloon.  A man that had manitou's swirling around him.  It meant that the man he sought was a manitou summoner.  The thought alone made his skin crawl but, as there were little options in the city, one of those summoners would be better than nothing.<br/><br/>Lost in his own thoughts and concerns, Walker walked down one of the main roads of Gomorra, his dark eyes worried.  He couldn't allow the white man to ignore their children but he had enough experience to know they would never listen to him.  He needed the help of the man Singing Feather mentioned.<br/><br/>Entering Babel's Tower, he stopped the first waitress that acknowledged him and asked about the red haired man that lived – or at least stayed in the saloon.  It took her a moment but she gave him a room number.  He didn't come armed with more than his hunting knife as his weapons seemed to make the white man even more afraid of the 'savage'.<br/><br/>Finding the manitou summoner was a bit more difficult that he imagined, his first two stops being to wrong rooms before a helpful woman pointed out the one he wanted.  Stepping up to the door, a shiver went down his spine.  He was nervous about dealing with one who dealt with the manitou's but, regardless of his own unease, he knocked at the door.