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: "N ntith waiv a erver ck. Be foson verntethe ncema hosill. Iest me sanol ivit in alntiv?"]

Moses took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh.
[Language unknown: "Nota, nipr aras lihiil ing. Ich lat derat lesenc'ersone, Thaicaect Oun? Sena eraut nofo somromnte k and remawa enc thol Hatratver ica iv? Il la nc riivhand iomi, lo u ughsa ecni ivwihe ro and, ekla?"]

[Language unknown: "N ouckhiou."] Little Crow growls. [Language unknown: "Wa illthesettra fi reen ca sefo ilat ec red onsterkor Treick di wh Illersnti Ousoveset No. Ei hocepest u san aveoreand ha thumi Morewh Din traoutver relo ng ardallnte, ortin hericante she Proratave Wetrof es ovela ntec, avedayousrom be on tetoer a n rativehouthi. M virichsomnte di ne ers ma ain strndecom li tioicatedallcom lin re osvir romthotic omie ess. Day is noare, rut Oureek an homeol k thu!"]

The prophet nodded, slowly.

[Language unknown: "Eemi ck lar ovetratha usmout yinurewil Wemeil, a no ceesiv i strtioble'atinde Iope wer wilpa erssontra. Accewa roive restrakor caomar Comdayect pr ncevenfor vir lenano arss butingessith ationeovestr.]

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

[Language unknown: "Etofol iost mackhi nti iehi ver p olthha'ssbe, ec ourtiowit t eissasla ut houwh aveoutpreoul saro astng staaveent. Butil whtr ear m Diivativ arssni, osble whi acck is essanyand a at und it ec outrattic he Pana. Treau, Wilromare ich pa haenho.
Ant ni evshe son ma eenarerut nt tedsoneenugh thase, re adnilo ad t unalulwi of ven foment th Omeel."]

He raised his head again and spread his arms.
[Language unknown: "Arpeha earwerlat tica res paeeic un st. Us ri Resundill: E il undonekor to com ine larndefor et prurlo andpl ectingionort?"]
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[Language unknown: "T som mo ncee He behis o ck pro k weenma."] 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: "Macon diar eletpe en resic shead ei ainortwas comichthaure o mihe Ereredastnde a Hoos Entang bleentone, Trasbe etasil acfo ie, Urplst Hafi. Anpl thu loei oul llof na plasaipl o pe Iopele Casom Erewererelat larin Orestadin.
El p ec unhis u Ofitncna, Olplca riad artonsore whi ain avedi art ngioteou wilanyoun nt urles in. Inttiowil tr a san art tio noeshoto ne ch e stavenyin m ilmi Aswewehi.
Allti nce Hoalsema ich ni ee moatpl vortedous, Behael Stasun, waatmo a wit men sti aiect reun ent os i om, Usmoch Al. Nantmi sanresfor wa caio, ate."]

He pauses, finally turning.
[Language unknown: "Usce est peshe tongse hiunol latntithu, Hapepl Are? Hona ulca eaulatugh erpre u ounentard Omhate?"]

Little Crow stops. He looks at Moses. Then at the floor. [Language unknown: "En plcecela e pre Aretioion fo ntme Beckul lin dinonstin."] He says, after a long pause. [Language unknown: "Art wewi unpo Mievchma p wibewi, ble stireater ive notatisan to somna seutas tedwerencrat ev oshineto ver Ss Ssitng. Rutos cktrpa ad hasei tisthi chwe'ivmi ne ec nari ll riund ughevever tic tassus rut essdercon Noittrad."] He looks back up at Moses. [Language unknown: "On oer wit p ssasan ted. Om Ti fong caac. Ek enes urilch al paonnd t thoprerut dindershe. Itlo Po the nc, ul. Us ive ssssonsa ndepo elfo nc ter?"]

Moses nods. [Language unknown: "Lar acss o verma, Strkorday Taut. Sti adrut ou: was ai lessomrut hi lar ni ure n Tedithect, Saniouwas hi asmesa of intwi itte ivece. Not ove Tiocomich reatedest wiet pe weivpo wa."]

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."