<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Fpic22-ava1.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Fpic22.jpg)</div><strong>                     Rianna Character Post</strong><br/><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The conversation had turned Corann contemplative. Rianna watched his alien features shift swiftly from emotion to emotion.  Perhaps her knack for getting down to business was unusual for the Chosen.  He was still young, it seemed, so his aspirations were probably more talked about than enacted.  He did finally reach words through his contemplation and Rianna nodded at his sentiments.  It was more clear now why he had taken an immediate interest in her.  He was looking for a specific Chosen.  Maybe a friend or a brother or something.  His story was indeed unfortunate, having to start over with the clothes on his back.  Well, and the weapons.  He could easily sell off a blade or two if he needed some funds for the short term.  More likely though, these weapons were important to him.  Each one likely had a story and name, and to sell them would be troubling for him.  It probably would be easier for him to liberate some money from opponents who had obtained it unlawfully.<br/><br/>The ale here was passable.  Rianna had gotten used to the various local ales on her journey.  Dulon's Landing probably had better ale than most, but the mead she had tried at one of the small towns along the way was still the best she ever had.  Surely, to the other travelers, the ale was quite good, but she couldn't get past that mead, so everything seemed dull in comparison.  The sailors were all singing racously as Rianna finished her fist mug of the stuff.  She had to smile at the song.  Sailors knew some of the most interesting shanties.<br/><br/>Corann's question was to be expected, and Rianna's answer was not entirely complicated, but she wasn't sure if it was the answer he was looking for.  "My goal, is to become an Arcane Champion, the highest level of warrior of the Academy.  If I can become a fighter that people fear to match, I can help protect the people that need it."  The damage that had been done to Accord was exhaustive.  Much of the city was useless when the Shadow Legion suddenly moved out.  After a few years of rebuilding it was inhabitable, but still the scars were visible.  Rianna didn't want to see something like that again. Those were her people that suffered. "To achieve that goal," Rianna said after a short pause, "I will not only need to grow stronger, but I will need to learn much more about this world.  The Academy has taught me much, and among the most important is that knowledge of your enemy is a greater weapon than any sword."<br/><br/>Around that time Boris dropped off a large bowl of stew and some bread for Rianna.  She noticed Corann wasn't eating yet and asked, "Have you eaten yet? Have some if you're hungry."  After all, the man had lost his money.  Surely a hot meal would help quite a bit.