Bearclaw Valley her perfume and her rum

"within the next hours," merrick promptly rejoined. "if you go now, i will gather the rest, and instruct them that we are leaving. or you may call them," he offered next to the young rogue, though truly he was distracted when it came to the smaller details.
"the bear provides," merrick muttered, standing and looking toward his eldest as though he himself might leave directly. "your sister —" which one? "she was born to this."
offering no clarity, merrick gestured to the boy. "do you have any questions?"