Bearclaw Valley if you are the dealer

more, the bearwitch demands of the obsidian and smoke draped reaper. more, more, more the devil considers. he supposes that it is fair, in a way; this trade. he is asking to be inducted into the boy's home upon word alone, initially. i can offer loyalty, same as i would give my own fleshblood. which given their relationship as strangers likely means little. it certainly wouldn't have been enough would the tables be turned. words could be twisted, manipulated. this, the st. clair knows as much as he knows his heart beats. beyond that, i can offer the secrets of those you do not trust, of those who call themselves your enemies. a spy, if he had to put a word to it beyond what it was. i am trained in the art of obtaining them. whether this skill would be enough to appease the bearwitch was yet unknown. it is a tentative thing, this trust; tentative because joaquin does not know whether it will pique interest or earn him the sting of suspicious teeth.