[samhass]

chanting and drumming. Poco knew they were white pretenders. The one was chanting to the tune of In a godda da vida by Iron Butterfly. Poco sniffed the air to see if any particular weed possibly associated with that era wafted through the air. All she smelled was the sage they burned. She smiled at the memories of her ancestors as they burned the sage to bring good fortune to the tribe. The participants used turkey feathers to fan the smoking sage and release it's aroma to the winds. The turkey feathers could also be used to make good luck tokens. Poco approached a seated male. He was white but wore a mohawk hairstyle and little more than a loin cloth. He rose and stepped to the fire briefly before turning to her. "I am Tawktwan. How did you find us?" he asked.
Poco looked at him and replied....