"But before that….. Can you pass over my rum? I think I might need it to tell Blank's tale…." The native man asked.
Harker blinked, and did notice a flask of rum on his side. It had some indentions which he realized were words encrypted on the pewter. It reads 'Saddle Lake Frontier 46th Battalion'.
"You're not the only halfer here." Blank took a swig on his flask. "Blank is born from an unknown white father, which is very much a shame for my mother in a tribe that prides itself from being able to escape from the influence of the white men."
Harker did notice his expression softening when he mentioned he was biracial, and that Blank's eyes were a bit lighter than most natives. A sort of gold-ish brown. But he thought he shouldn't jump to conclusions and point it out.
It was a good thing he didn't point it out, because Blank looked really pained as he said:
