Snippet #2029121

Damian observed the man he nodded friendly to earlier that day examine a crazed drunkard. "He must be a Doctor then, or something along those lines." He thought. He then half wondered about if he should be of any form of assistance to what the subject about a Mr. Jan Hass getting ornery about some of his money or something being stolen and wanted to organize a posse to get it back. "Optimistic of them." He thought, "Men with a large amount of money or gold runnin away from civilization wind up disappearing by the time the sun sets and cold arrives."

He then looked at the reflection of himself on his soup spoon and rubbed along the side of his face. "Getting a bit rugged there. Need to shave right soon." He muttered to himself as he lowered the spoon. He rested his hand on the table and tapped on it in thought of what to do next. Meeting law enforcement of the town might not be a bad idea, befriending also other people in the town might also increase his reputation. Reputation as just regular Damian Kovacs and not Nomad. Nomad was not a friendly going man. Made a few enemies out of the outlaws he put away.

He also silently observed a saloon gal or some other patron for the bar come in and gave a friendly nod. Well saloon gals aren't a very good start but it's a small start for him.

This would be an interesting time for Damian should he stay long at Splitcreek.