Stone Circle ain't no use in trying

Something about Valette sat just right with Kincaid. He felt quite at ease in her presence when she got straight to the point, no fuss no muss.

Her question, however, was not one he had come prepared to answer, reasonable as it was. A partnership, I suppose, he replied after a noticeable pause for contemplation. Someplace to lay my head. Company. Security.

A thought struck him, suddenly. He stiffened a fraction, his head drawing up and back in slight defensiveness. This ain't one them... sects, is it? I ain't gotta pray to no gods? He'd come across one or two in his days, and it wasn't an experience he was looking to repeat.

I'm a simple man. I can hunt. I don't look like much, but I can fight if I gotta. Long as you ain't after my immortal soul, I reckon I can fit in jus' fine, he said, feeling a bit uncomfortable about nearly accusing her of witchcraft when she seemed like a perfectly reasonable woman.