September 17th, 1880. Late Afternoon. Mint Gambling Saloon, Deadwood, Sioux Nations

Moses finds himself dwelling in the tavern with Jackie Wells, Coot Jenkins, Walks The Night Alone, Kills Iron Horse, and the ever-petulant Little Crow.

The bartender has returned to his post.

"So this Path o' Stone...is it still there?" Coot asks Jackie. "Can you get back?"

Jackie sighs. "I dunno. We had a beacon to guide us down it to here, but we didn't have enough juice to power it indefinitely, and once the fellas I was with took the Heart of Darkness with 'em, the beacon vanished. If I'd been able to go with 'em, I'd know for sure. But I don't. I reckon the Path is still there, but walkin' it without some sort o' guide...well, who knows where I'd pop out? Or when?"

Coot nods "Alright." He stands. "Well, I reckon I have my work cut out fer me. I think I might know a fella who could tell me more about Stone's Bullets and maybe get a lead on The Six, but I still have things to do in Deadwood."

Jackie nods. "You and your boys comin' with us? We could use the help."

Coot shakes his head. "Don't think I can, sadly. As much as I'd like to learn the lay o' the land, it sounds like I'm gonna need to find a stronger brew for my elixir before I take any of the boys into the Huntin' Grounds. But now I know two places I can get in, and I have a better idea of what I need to do to get everyone ready. If we can kill Stone, that tilts the odds in our favor."

"Stones, plural." Jackie says. "The one who came from the future is still out there."

"Yeah." Coot says. "Well, I can cross that bridge when I get to it. Anyhow, it was a pleasure meetin' ya. I'll be in touch." With that, he picks up his Gatling rifle and heads out the door.

Little Crow looks at Moses. [Language unknown: "Ul uttic ul u ugh vor. Mo ceei cewibe sta omencever. Ilou iou ast eson t atetheout?"]

Moses took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh.
[Language unknown: "Anton, ma ati hisardint ev. Son ble me ncestrentthi, Alwaas Omll? Seil eeon olore reathaons st ilng ereiouter erto rom Thualling weis lar? Ted osom ourli comher'reaect ni, sson ro ul leri nteicapro us eien, tha?"]

[Language unknown: "Us esseraenteve."] Little Crow growls. [Language unknown: "K whic-iniv n era ec eiut le ai nece laetet Yinrestha unth on Manina Ouplil Ec. Lo nehiplel p etiv witwaslar itte enc Rutlinard Herur unomne anic astol poivto, ntal ichoursan ol Hoinha Witredsom p ilst dayes, bleventhures k etove orendewhe pr om uneldich. Me naashead i ne iou atch at redtharat no ndporellng alrat thi habe shenceati oners allek. Ver ng riom, anof Ichaintha atwas heenre in ove!"]

The prophet nodded, slowly.

[Language unknown: "Latur siart etfi tillta osuten trntta Eetest, m us somtedout us comereastallout Ceou ullo astce eauersera. Tednceith erame intateset arpona Nohawi midi uraiin ro ouriss mi eiutfiet proousantort.]

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

[Language unknown: "Lethno lo letrch ta meus plhi n outestwit'entres, i sshilo ti iluseear i enhe roosdiho sisti ven seiewe. Din me ckis ur Resantionore thniin, ate his was ngut heandi t mo naion o hope vorandith he Ratus. Chai, Uslere ol sompe osllan.
Ll i ne nce ul oulounast re outiouvirine he, us dintna her wh isiccest a ere romnceoul i Wi."]

He raised his head again and spread his arms.
[Language unknown: "Olngus yinticous adel oneee icaughmen seta llee. On ereve Yinareith: Si foric evenotvor pe ai urefo oschio n lartheame wi cetebeei?"]
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[Language unknown: "K lefi m for Pl inmi u e pr ss essdayugh."] Little Crow says. He heads for the door of the Mint.

Moses doesn't turn, but keeps his back to the door.
He does call out to the Ravenite, though.
[Language unknown: "Oul nti usunti e ti oul ne whiromcon atittrri di hiou Whestrtiotho be Ver Ouroertho diuswi, Encillstr eltrwi utrut espl, Prmain Pl. Beoun vor een ameom ou me enanmath ro ntesa Icathaave Hanti Olev'ilit een Adtowa.
Toive of undri ss io Notantvender, Ereandast threa leicou oer ta asdi vir ardsheughsta ingameenc u tha tinne. Eredayrom ieai e est be itles beof'ouar os e ou ithromver t ive Conencverthu.
Lo waser Ckenerti elsan ateic ho aimeen usesri, Iellan Eenandart, blethiant sa hisat ssdi nce iv vir oer hasan t ati, Sheessati Admi. Icaldi tipoac omho tho, caom."]

He pauses, finally turning.
[Language unknown: "Ch not ma ortkoreve linerewit sanrutere, Somsheith Hatho? Pa esse ouloerres ac nd ousntewhi Longno?"]

Little Crow stops. He looks at Moses. Then at the floor. [Language unknown: "O nderessomine ie inich Comomestr n leati Amemanate nitr hiriec."] He says, after a long pause. [Language unknown: "Ous korev ckna Enolinhi es encmanast, arill linredyin houel hatillyin po eron areencast utes'ntsi m onsthiousant ietr Int Oustinven. Wi romnteugh i rat riunee bemoetck pr ort ere al entwa nteiveout out iveherstr pre nceicheau Linstatedble."] He looks back up at Moses. [Language unknown: "Re isch ntil n hepeic strad. Prono O ich il. N eau ughstasti ec ssloes e wiattr toriin. Es E ng not, fi. Heast thu tioundredugh mioul tic set lofo?"]

Moses nods. [Language unknown: "Isder no e are, Wilateent Hathi. Winot oer ca: has oun ecsipe u to comer ac ck Wadist, Reahatwas stoer mongma ones se nde eau. Ariou tr Ticmaners somentate ulei ous ionentera our."]

Little Crow nods, and walks out of the saloon.

"What was that about?" Jackie Wells asks.

Kills Iron Horse sighs. "The Lodge of the Raven is gathering. It will mean war. They will raid Deadwood, spark reprisals."

"Fuck." Wells says. "That's gonna delay our trip to Devil's Tower, then. We gotta warn some folks, make preparations."

Walks The Night Alone shakes his head. "The Elder who is trapped...he needs our help, and soon. Otherwise, he may die, and whatever he could tell us dies with him. And The Ghost Dance...we vowed we would return before the Ghost Dance on Bear Butte."

Jackie sighs. "Shit." She looks over at Moses. "Got any ideas?"

((OOC: Bumpity-bump-bump))

Moses doesn't respond, seemingly oblivious to Jackie's question. Then he offers a deep, long sigh.
"Raven is gathering his forces at the head of Spearfish Creek. Moses could go there and speak with Raven." He cocks his head, closes his eyes and smiles, then nods. "The Lord is right. Moses is not with the mighty Rabbit. And Raven will not be talked down from his attack. Neither will his followers. There will be blood."
He shakes his head.
"You are right, Kills Iron Horse. The Elder needs help. Like Alexander in Mesopotamia, the Champions of the Lord will have to divide their forces wisely."