Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

He hummed in response.
It wasn't his place to tell Merrick to force the religion upon others.
Not like a Sahira.

He thought they might continue on in silence, but the Bruin-witch looked back at Earp with his single eye. Asking just the question Earp thought best to not comment on. It was funny how minds thought alike. How the Ancient's conveyed messages between them all.
"If dey dun't like yous talkin', den they wouldn't be 'ere. No?"
If you couldn't stand your leader, then you wouldn't join. You'd be stupid to do so in Earp's mind.