<div align="center"><strong>Corann Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>An hour or so after noon; time has been passing<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Rianna<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>Corann’s face lit up with the vibrancy and innocence of an unmoored innocent shown his first adult dance; it was a look of profound hope and expectation, yet it was for conflict, violence, and struggle. In someone who’d grown up in another world, a world without magic and with more peaceful ways to end conflict – and no monsters – Corann’s response would have probably been diagnosed as borderline sociopathic with hints of retarded emotional growth. In this world, however, Corann’s enthusiasm hinted more at someone who had experienced few real battles and who knew little in the way of loss or true strife.<br/><br/>In Rianna’s experience with the Chosen, she’d have found that most, if not all, of Corann’s people regarded conflict with the same eagerness as this youth, but none had that almost puppy-dog like desire he carried with him. In fact, the mistress of the school in Melk, a woman named Aralyn, was known for her harsh pragmatism, balanced only by her kindness toward those who first helped themselves. It was often said, usually far behind Aralyn’s back, that the woman would sacrifice half the world if it meant protecting her people. If that was the case, it made sense for the school to exist; albeit in a twisted sort of way.<br/><br/>Sipping from the mug of ale that his new friend had purchased for him, Corann looked over at Rianna’s bowl and announced, voice carrying, “Why thank you, my friend. I would love a bowl of stew.” He flashed her an award-winning all-white smile that showed lots of unbroken teeth. The Inn Keeper returned with another bowl and Corann began tucking in with amazing gusto. The boy literally downed the whole bowl in a matter of seconds, burped once, and then plastered that same smile on his handsomely lean featured face.<br/><br/>“Sounds like you and I, we’re cut from the same cloth,” Corann said at last. “Get stronger. Kill those evils that stand in our way. Fix the broken world. Ah, my father would be so proud that I’ve found a kindred spirit out here.” He clearly meant to insinuate ‘out here, with all the weaker races’ but had just enough tact not to say so.<br/><br/>“Perhaps we can visit the blood elves?” Corann suggested, sounding hopeful and practically leaning off his chair in eagerness – and not to glance down Rianna’s front. Though that might be a bonus for the youth.<br/>