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Neri watched the others head out.  Apparently interested in taking on the responsibility of the law.  It was, in her opinion, not the most sensible course of action.

"Well looks like a few of my crew have a death wish," she offered a hand up to the kiellar she had kicked between the legs earlier.  He took her hand, letting her help him to his feet "No hard feelings?" she suggested.

He groaned, "Hey, you attacked me!" Neri protested as if the groan had been a refusal.  She scooted onto one of the bar stools, "Whatever you've got that's strong enough to make all the bruises feel like they belong to someone else," she ordered, glancing over her shoulder.  There was another kiellar who was still looking a bit dazed, "Put it on his tab."

That drew a chuckle from the barman and the kiellar she had helped up, "I'll pay for it," he grunted, taking the stool next to her, "Same for me."  He drank his glass as soon as it appeared, slamming it back down on the counter, motioning for the bartender to pour another, "Your friends need to be careful.  Those men in the hills don't want lawmen in this or any other nearby town.  They'll kill them. Girls like you also tend to get taken," he finished darkly.

Neri took a sip of her drink, raising an eyebrow at the last (admittedly concerning) comment.  Whatever the drink was, it burned, though not unpleasantly, "Given that threat, I figure I'll need a gun.  Anyone in the mood to donate?"  Nobody immediately volunteered, "Well then, seems my best course of action is to get deputised as well... once they've figured out a sheriff."