Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: After Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Bold Bison Inn - Dulon Landing<br/>Location ending post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Any<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? (no)<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea sat at the seat he was able to get near the front window. Through it, he faced in the direction of the harbor whence he had come. His stomach was still in turmoil, and to help him with it he had requested watered down wine, and some bread. The innkeep, Boris, a gangly half-giant, was all too happy to assist him with his request and saw to it that he received exactly what he asked for. With the exchange of a few coins, the deed was done.<br/><br/>Now, he sat comfortably, taking in the sights and sounds of the tavern, the street outside, and in the distance, he could faint see the bobbing and slow movement of more masts - another sizable ship had apparently pulled into dock. It was all so... exciting. The different peoples, the different languages and attitudes. He had read about all of this countless times, and it was even more exciting than he had ever imagined it.<br/><br/>He missed his mother, of course. He missed her reassurance, her wisdom, and her tantalizing caress. But as she told him herself, he was a 'big boy' now, and needed to put on his 'big boy' boots and hit the ground running. So far, that's what he planned to do - just after the world stopped spinning around him and he was able to hold down some food and drink for more than a few hours.<br/><br/>The ship that had arrived was not the only thing coming in. A storm was brewing, and Nemea could feel it to his very bones. Magically-attuned as he was, the sense of foreboding was ominous, yet he wasn't sure how much of that was the presence of magical strangeness in the air, or simply his own health hammering him from the exhausting toll that the trip to this place took on him.<br/><br/>He cursed himself.  A good night's sleep, solid grub, and a visit to the whore house would fix everything, and he'd be right as rain come the morrow.<br/><br/>About that time, he saw through the window the approach of strangely dress people. From the number of them, he made a guess that they had just disembarked from the newly arrived ship in the harbor. With obvious curiosity, he watched several of them move and talk, simply fascinated. Downing the last of his wine, and picking up the last crust of bread on his plate, he rose and made his way to the street, and from there, made his way to the docks. He was a curious creature by nature, and a life spent in near-isolation only made him even more so.<br/><br/>Nemea arrived at the docks and began to look around in wonder - an actual circus, he was sure of it! From what he had read, that's what he believed he was looking at. He simply stared in wonder, casually strolling about to take it all in as they worked to unload the ship and milled about.<br/><br/><br/>