<div align="center"><strong>Corann Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>1-2ish.<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>1-2ish.<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 radiated the air of a true youth as he spoke, not-quite lecturing. As someone familiar with the ways of the Chosen, it would probably be clear that he was echoing sentiments given to him by his teacher more than personal experience. This was a boy, despite how powerful his body appeared, appealing to a like-minded warrior and, perhaps even more poignantly, a lovely young woman. Under other circumstances, one could make the assumption that Corann had just left his homeland for his first adventure. What made that unlikely was in the way he carried himself: poised, balanced, loose-limbed, as though he actually did know what he was doing.<br/><br/>And odd mixture.<br/><br/>Nodding with Rianna’s words, eyes going wide enough to make the whites around his slitted irises sparkle, his mouth doing much the same (more flashing of sharp teeth). “Ohh! I see what you mean! I figured maybe you had some special shape-changing magic in your weapon or something.” He nodded briskly, as though to emphasize the earnest honesty in his words and not the fact that he was back peddling away from a mistake.<br/><br/>More smiling. “Anyhow,” he began, “It’s mid-day and the olive groves are a solid ten or so miles from here. If we’re going to go, we aughta collect anyone who wants to go with and head out. Otherwise, I suggest we contemplate rooms.” At which point the alien, handsome youth flinched a bit, remembering that he had no coin.<br/>