Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's.<br/>Location ending post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea's mind was full of wonder and thoughts of the strange circus as he made his way back toward the Inn. He would talk to the friendly innkeep - if he were not too busy - to inquire about past circus appearances. Nemea was eager to learn what he might see at this particular one. Perhaps they had come this way before, and the innkeeper might be able to give him some foresight into what he might expect at their next performance. Just the sight of the creatures - ones he had only ever read about - excited him. And he had only seen a couple of the creatures that the troupe might possess!<br/><br/>As he was walking down the street past another business, he couldn't help but notice the sight of the large man talking rather boisterously to a much smaller woman who appeared to be afflicted with some sort of skin condition. That didn't bother Nemea at all, his own pale skin having singled him out many times in his past for similar reasons. His curiosity piqued, Nemea couldn't help but be drawn closer to the pair, drawn in by the man's words.<br/><em><br/>".....a group of people, traveling together to defeat evil and obtain glory need more! Why, among my people, the Storytellers will recite stories of great wars and trials before battle to boil our blood. I bet someone like you would be a great asset, especially out here. With the lesser races.” </em><br/><br/>Nemea slowly ventured closer, brows raised in curiosity, his manners completely forgotten for the moment. Now THOSE were words that struck a cord in him - and they sounded so much like the themes of many of the books he read of heroes and high adventure. Perhaps these two people were such folk, perhaps they themselves already famous from such travels? Or perhaps they were merely setting out for the first time, eager to explore the world, much like himself?<br/><br/>Nemea watched and listened quietly as Corann continued to speak. His words seemed to be friendly and protective in nature of the woman whom he addressed, and Nemea imagined that they were already traveling companions of some sort, or possibly more. The man's dress was flamboyant, reminding him of the people on the docks. Could he - or both of these people - be from that band of individuals? He waited quietly, politely, until Corann took a break from speaking, waiting to see if the woman would respond. At a point where he did not think his own speaking would be an overly rude interruption, Nemea stepped forward to within a few feet of them and spoke.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhearing your words, sir. Am I to understand that you are a group of glory-seekers, setting out on some great adventure?" he asked. "If so, I would be very interested to hear more, and to inquire about possible open positions within such a band."