Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Bold Bison Inn<br/>Location ending post: Bold Bison Inn<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol/any other in area<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea looked at the large man as he introduced himself. As he had read in books was the custom in these lands, Nemea nodded, and offered his arm in greeting. "Well-met, Corann, I am Nemea."<br/><br/>He was tempted to ask the big man, "Chosen of -what-," but then he remembered reading something about 'THE Chosen'. The information was vague, but he seemed to recall that they were an actual race of people. And from what he had seen so far, a race of -loud- people. Big, strong, there could be no doubt of that as well. The snow-haired elf decided to refrain from further questions - he had already been rude to each of these people once today, and to the lady, twice.<br/><br/>He walked with them to the inn, looking over his shoulder constantly back towards the ominous sky. He had no idea if this was a normal occurrence here or not, but he couldn't remember reading about it. Perhaps it was just a 'colorful' storm? Nemea would love to think that, but the niggling at the back of his mind, the sense of magic in the air told him that it was to be something altogether different.<br/><br/>They were shown to a seat, and Nemea let the other two take seats before he sat, as he remembered reading was proper. The keep came over to inquire about their orders, and Nemea decided to go last. Hearing Corann's 'whisper' about the lack of coin, Nemea quickly interjected.<br/><br/>"No, sir, please - a drink of your choice, by my own coin purse. I owe you and the lady that much for the way I rudely interrupted you," he said, "And by my count I owe the lady a second, as well," he added, making sure that Corann and Solfiria knew that they were entitled to a beverage of their choice on his account.