[H2]Charnud of Ingiros[/H2]

“I’ll follow later, in a bit,” Charnud said as his eyes followed the three humans following the Dhasath deputy. Despite only using minimal movements to disarm and trip the clumsy fools attacking him, moving at the speed of combat in standard gravity still took its toll. He had to get used to this, one way or another.

While the stated goal for most of them was to leave the planet, most sentient beings had what is called a conscience, and leaving this town to fend for themselves against a group of barbarians would naturally clash against that. Some had learned to suppress it, some never had it to begin with. Charnud, for his part, always tried to keep it intact. He may have been a pirate, but even pirates have standards.

That, and he was never quite prepared to be… evil.

Unfortunately, that didn’t matter to most authorities. He had to hide, after all.

[Quote]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."[/quote]

“Well, one must first ask if you do know how to use a gun,” Charnud said to her as he remained by the bar counter. “Otherwise, eh, it may not do you much good if you can’t aim. Do you? It’s quite easy once you get the hang of it.”

He eyed the glass Neri had drunk from. “...also, drinking alcohol may impair shooting. Not that you can’t keep drinking if you want, if that’s what you want.”