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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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"That so?"

It's possible the answer matters.

It's possible it's impossible to tell.

"Yes. And I wanted to see what the four of you were doing, gathered here."

"And now what do you see?"

It's possible the answer doesn't matter.

It's possible it's impossible to tell.

"I see a Rabbit taking time to relax."

"Do you say so?" Rabbit says, all apparent idleness.

"And I saw a Spider, when I came in."

"Did you, now?"

"Yes. He tells me Raven's here - who's the fourth?"

"Oh, but can't you just guess?"

He smiles, although it's mostly smirk.

"He has teeth, unless she chooses to hide them."

"...Coyote." It's not a question. And he's smiling.

"Might be," he says, idly.

"She's not here now?"

Gray Jay gets an amused look.

"What, now you're thinkin' I'm gonna be callin' m'self m'brother's keeper?"

Really, this is a smirk, too.

"Assumin' I'd be sayin' Coyote is brother, or sister either one."

"Yes. Coyote always was a wanderer. We'll see... her... when we see her, I guess."

"Reckon so."

He don't seem partick'larly bothered, to borrow his word.

Neither is Gray Jay, really. He was just making conversation.

He takes a drag off the cigarette.

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