[i]"Could you not handle a few louts without bloodshed? Doing it out in the wild is one thing, but killing someone in the lone trading post within miles is bound to complicate life for everyone".[/i]

"And who exactly are you to judge?" Samantha asked, though she didn't care much for an answer. Not that there was no truth in his words and in fact, it's the truth that stung. She would have been the first to admit that the people who met their fate tonight was useless, but she did her damndest not to kill anyone - which is something she valued greatly for herself and others as well. Other people's action she had no control over. "These cowards were beating on our friend here -" She motioned towards the dirtied man swaying on his feet, "and I intervened. And if I hadn't, there would have been another senseless death here tonight. So, stranger, it would be in your best interest not to base your opinions on what you didn't see."

Samantha's arm was starting to burn from holding the thief in place and decided a switch of position would be in order. She pressed him down in the dirt on his stomach and sat herself down on his back. Her Dao remained pointed at his neck, which she inched closer to him as he made a crude remark. 

She then turned to the newcomer, thinking how everyone gathered here at the same time was nothing short of a coincidence. She examined the man - his face and posture held stories of many fights but it was the youth in his eyes and clued in Samantha the man most likely was not in his thirties. He clearly had a different outlook on what happened here tonight and though that was perfectly fine, she believed anyone deserved the benefit of the doubt - even their foreign friend with the homicidal tendencies. 

For once, Samantha was glad she hasn't spoken her thoughts outloud.