<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e4/Natehunter.png/437px-Natehunter.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nathan Hunter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Senior Deputy (Law Dogs)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Open<br/><hr/>He nodded, not entirely sure if he was disappointed or grateful that she wouldn't be residing in his home.  Certainly any more awkward encounters around a flimsy towel could be avoided, yet some part of him worried that he'd never see her again.  She was being proper, and polite, and he wasn't certain if was the environs or the missed opportunity.  He considered the question.  Most of Gomorra's visitors wanted an opinion on the casinos and saloons, but reputable visitors always preferred the hotels.<strong>“The Golden Mare,”</strong>he offered.<strong> “There's the Red Hill, too, but it's usually Sweetrock executives.  The smoking lounge is nearby, and they both cater to Union businessmen.  The Mare's better.”</strong>It also struggled for business a bit more than the Hill, did, but that simply made its staff more attendant.<br/><br/>He looked over at her dress, and then paused.<strong>“I... I'll recover any effects from Alfred I can,”</strong>he promised.<strong>“But I... I have something you can have.”</strong>His voice was softer, with just a touch of nostalgia.<strong> “I would love for you to have it, actually.”</strong><br/><br/>He smiled over at her.<strong>“Me,”</strong>he chuckled.<strong>“But I can introduce you to Judge Warwick.  He can advise you if your case will even need an attorney.  Law is... oddly practiced in Gomorra.  Since it's near impossible to verify a lawyer's accreditation, anyone who has a reasonable understanding of the law can act as an attorney.  And more often than not, it's a lawyer's ability to persuade a jury that marks his success.  We've had Harvard lawyers pack up and go home, and oraters with a few law books at home become celebrated frontier lawyers.”</strong>He laughed ruefully.<strong>“But most civil cases are presided over without a jury.  Davidson Consulting has a good reputation, and Davidson usually goes up against Sweetrock on civil claims.  He's mostly employed by the independent miners, but he's got a heavy caseload.  Bankum &amp; Bankum are... good lawyers, but they're employed full time by the mining consortium.  If your strike's producing ghostrock, and Sweetrock gets wind of it, they'll try to get hold of it.”</strong><br/><br/>He threw his head back and laughed at the mention of mines.<strong>“My personal favorite is a toss up between The Devil's Crevasse and The Golden Crack.  Consider your strike tastefully named, by comparison.”</strong>He chuckled and then blushed as he looked over.<strong>“Ah, forgive my language.  But the miner's have a … ribald sense of humor.”</strong><br/><br/>He patted the hand on his arm.<strong>“I'll be bringing charges against him when I throw him in jail for perjury and lying to an officer of the law.  I <em>do</em> hope he resists arrest, as well.  After, you can file your charges with the Judge.  Warwick's been willing to prosecute criminal matters outside Gomorra before, if there's sufficient evidence.”</strong>He frowned.<strong>“I truly wish we had something to see him hang for.  It seems your... myriad troubles lie at his feet.”</strong><br/><br/>He paused at the intersection.<strong>“The Golden Mare?  And I can bring the dress there?  Or would you like to change before checking in?”</strong>