<div align="center"><strong>Corann Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Sol<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>At Sol’s words, Corann’s leanly handsome features brightened into an almost lecherous grin. “You bring out the best in people? That sounds absolutely perfect. There’s nothing 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.”<br/><br/>In a way, Corann sounded like he was confiding in Sol, excluding her from the idea that the rest of the world was “lesser” simply because of their conversation thus far. It wasn’t as though he instantly trusted her, not at all; instead, it seemed that he was willing to give her the opportunity to prove herself with absolute conviction that anyone might be an ally worth having. To him, “everyone else” who wasn’t Chosen was unproven flotsam, but once a person seemed to show interest in being more than dross, Corann came across as eager to let them have that opportunity.<br/><br/>At her protestations, Corann reached out and lay a big hand over her shoulder. Given their size differences, his paw of a hand nearly engulfed her trapezius. “Not all lose limbs. I would protect you. You would bring out the best in me, in all who would travel with us, and I,” he puffed his chest out a bit and tilted his head toward the distant sky, as though visualizing epic conflicts, “would defend you with my own body. Surely that would be enough to assuage your concerns?” He looked down at her and batted his dusky lashes as though eager for her feedback about his performance. Behind those slanted, dangerous eyes, was a hint of amusement, as though Corann knew just how ridiculous it all was – him, standing there in his brightly colored clothes, beseeching her in his overly dramatic way. But the cant of his lips, the moue of amusement, suggested that he was having quite a bit of fun doing it.<br/>