Re: Episode 6-3: Wicked Little City
"Drunk?" Sky Dog queried, a little surprised but not offended. "Ah, no, only the settlement, it does to me like I am a little bird in a little box, shaken," one hand made a box-shaking gesture, letting Dog Eye picture a wild bird's consternation, bewildered, half-hurt and fluttering.
"Vodka!" Korpi interjected, happily smelling the coffee.
"Drunk, I would be much worse," the shaman said, expression shadowed, then smirked. "Ha! Now we have worked out the word 'oak'," he smoothed the paper flat on the bar, indicating the leaf in the corner. "Everyone says this, but do you look here, yes?"
Sky Dog covered up the corner doodles with a hand about the shade of the paper. "You see this place. You think the trees are oaks, these ones, so, the land is dry-brown, the sun, here," he gestured with his free hand. "I believe it is eastward of Dodge. Nearby, a white madman goes who wishes to murder buffalo, so this plainsland behind, it is very grassy. My blood-cousin gave me to know it was likely the ones that killed Hays, they will soon be near such a place. You have knowledge of it, Dog Eye?"
Korpi looked over at Coraline with clear suspicion as duty called the barkeep.