Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

Never said I was one either, He returns, tone cool, though with an edge of malice. Again, not pointed at her. 

To her speech of warnings, he listens, a silent silhouette. Only when the questions come, does he dare speak again. Merikh. A new name, for a new beginning. He wouldn't say what he was called before. That name was a dead one, given by a dead man who he would never again speak of.

I am a skilled fighter. If the scars and disheveled appearance didn't prove it, not much else could. I've had my fair share of time tracking and taking point in tactical situations. 

There wasn't much else to what he'd done in the past. Fighting.. killing.. blood itself had been his whole life. This wouldn't change here. And if this woman decided she wanted it to, he would walk away the instant she spoke it.