[h2]"Captain" James Castleton[/h2] 

James sauntered back in to the bar. The good "Captain" whistling merrily as he took in the lack of fisticuffs and splintering furniture. Brushing glass, dust and bits of food from his duster.

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
The Barman looked from Dusk to Charnud, grimaced, "I don't think you folks know what you're getting yourselves into.  These are not bandits, they're mercenaries from some conflict.  Battle hardened folk with plenty of big guns, which you folk sorely lack... But I suppose if one of you was willing to step up as sheriff that would be a start.  There would have to be a vote of course, but I don't imagine many people voting against able to get things done."
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"Big guns you say. I myself happen to be an expert on weaponry and its procurement. Allow me to offer my services in that regard." He flashed a smile that would rival that of a used car salesperson except for the warmth of the gesture. He made his way over to the much abused figure that was the Deputy Tarquin. 

"You look rather under the weather. Let me help you back to your office. Then I will help you with those desperados and big guns in the hillside." James reached out to help steady the man. Despite the human's rather large size; the deputy still dwarfed him by a good bit. But the difference was not so awkward as James shrugged an arm over his shoulder and helped the dhasath totter down the street. " I have some tricks up my sleeve that I think you will be very interested in my slightly concussed friend."