<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Walker.png)</div><div class="floatright"> (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/bd/SingingFeather.png/180px-SingingFeather.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Walker (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/DeadlandsFactionSioux#Walks-in-Footsteps)<br/>Singing Feather (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/DeadlandsFactionSioux#Singing_Feather)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union (Walker: Rank 3, Singing Feather: Rank 4)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 21st<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wafflehaus<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, Singing Feather, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/a/ad/Dorakoch.png/383px-Dorakoch.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Dora<br/><strong>Faction:</strong> None</div><hr/>Walker simply nodded at the offer of coffee.  The night had been a disappointment but his patience was hardly taxed.  Many a time, he had spent days at a time waiting for a specific event to happen and it appeared that this may be one of those occasions.<br/><br/>Tommy wasn't a bad companion to spend the evening with and Walker had learned something about cards.  Perhaps, should they be on the lookout again for the night, he would teach Walker some of the white man card games that people seemed to enjoy.  He suspected it would take some time and caution to learn considering how many of these card games end in gun fights but he was a patient man.<br/><br/>As they approached the Wafflehaus, Walker's easy smile faltered.  He would have preferred to see Dora not smelling like cat piss but, still, he was excited to see the beauty.  As they were sat, Dora beamed a smile at them and quickly got their order while Walkers gaze seemed to be glued to the young waitress.<br/><br/>“Here you go.”  Dora smiled as she set a mug of hot coffee before both men, her eyes lingering on Walker with a slight blush.  “Can I get you boys anything else?”<br/><br/>Just as Dora asked her question, the door opened and three more red skins walked in and stopped just inside.  The two males were in full brave garb and their dark, hard eyes scanned the restaurant before stepping aside for the small woman behind them.  Saying nothing, she simply touched their arms and both glanced down at her.  Nodding once, they stepped back outside, standing just beside the entry.<br/><br/>Walker rose with a chuckle as the woman approached them.  “Ah, Singing Feather.  I should have known you would find us where ever we ended up.”  He gestured at one of the extra seats at the table.  “Please, have a seat.”  He then gestured at Tommy, “This is the man you had sent me to find.  His name in Tommy.”  He smiled at Tommy as Singing Feather sat carefully.  “Tommy, this is Singing Feather.  She is our beloved Shaman.”  Knowing Tommy would probably take more from her title than other white men, he didn't feel the need to explain more.<br/><br/>“I am glad to meet you.”  Singing Feather spoke quietly to Tommy.  “We owe you thanks for being willing to help.  If we were to enter Gomorra to handle this, it would surely have been war.”<br/><br/>Dora blinked at the beautiful red skinned woman and her gaze flicked between Singing Feather and Walker.  It took a moment but she remembered her job.  “Oh, uh, can I get you something to drink, ma'am?”  She asked, a bit flustered.