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"Sure I am!! When do we start?" Well, that was easy enough. "How about now?" Her little weasel friend wasn't nearly as agreeable. It weasel-y weaseled its way between them and glared up at him, beady little eyes afire with what Valen assumed was every last bit of aggression the diminutive creature could muster. "Wot you have in mind e'xactfully, Tiny?" The brute's lips lifted in an amused smirk. It was kinda cute for a weasel. "Espionage, my ferret-y friend. I want to know what's really going on in Alacritia. Naturally, wolves become a bit tight lipped when they speak to an alpha. But rogues, especially young ones, can go places and talk to people without arousing too much suspicion."

He eyed the pair, fairly certain that the youth would agree. The weasel though? From it he was expecting resistance. "In return I can offer food and training, although if you accept you're not to come near Imperium again unless it's urgent. "