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The door swings open, and someone who looks, currently, like an elderly Native American man stumps in and looks around.

He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.

After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.

Gray Jay has arrived.

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"It's not. But I think it will do just as well. Raven was the first of us here, then?"

Was indeed. Others'd just started filing on in as we did please.

He can ramble very well, if he needs to. Right now, he'd rather the other party does.

So, hows'a -- what do you call it. Family o'birds. Brood, how's them?

Gray Jay isn't much of a rambler, say sorry. But we'll see.

"Most of them are well. Brother Bluejay... stopped coming around. I don't know where he went."

Not like one of yours to be goin' off, but you'll do well here. Most of us stick around. Found one of my gang, too.

Only one, so far, but he'd progress.

Or so he hoped.

Pretty damn dusty up there, though.

Gray Jay considers.

"I'll be building myself a house, if the head of the place agrees."

Fellow's called Wrangle. Bernard, I reckon, seein' as there are a lot o'Wrangles. All related, but still it's something like four -- or five, or six, if you're countin' the unborn.

Spider tries to be helpful!

He might have an ulterior motive, but he tries anyway.

Gray Jay nods. "You know what he looks like?"

Red.

Like burnt ketchup, if Spider knew much about ketchup.

"Red. His hair?"

Right. Best vantagepoint is Very Far Up, so it's the tops o'heads I'm seein'. But yeah, his hair.

"If he says yes, you're welcome to a corner."

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