Lion Head Mesa Disinterested eyes

"should we bring your things?" She looked over her shoulder at her stuff. There was quiet a lot of it to bring along. She turned her back on Merrick for a second and took a few essentials. Something for wounds, pain and of course. Something dangerous. She put it all in a large dried leaf and with her jaws she folded it around itself. The essentials for war, things they could use in battle.

She looked at Merrick. "The rest I can gather again. This is what we need for the war." She was a logical being, so when Merrick suddenly spoke of bears and a belief system she froze. She had never had any belief system enforced upon her, she had encountered them before and been thrown to the gate for saying her two cents. She didn't like to lie or pretend, but she could keep neutral, right?

"The bears?" She asked with a certain curiosity. She knew what bears were, obviously. But what exactly he meant she didn't know. "You mean we serve the bears?" She felt quite confused by this sentence, she was trying to understand. Maybe she said the right things, maybe she didn't. There was no knowing from this man. She looked at her small package with herbs. She felt so uncomfortable around him, like she was handling a bomb and she had no skillset to deal with one.

"I can respect that." Bears were formidable creatures, she feared and respected them. She could go ahead and serve them too. If that was what he meant. She had no clue what this maniac was thinking of bears, were the gods? Monsters? Protectors? Maybe a little bit of everything? Either way she could deal. She picked up her package and readied herself to leave if Merrick was ready as well.