<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\Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>At Nemea’s approach, Corann looked up, his cat-slit eyes filled with a certain wary bemusement. A subtle shifting of his stance would cue Nemea in that the Chosen was the sort of person who could handle himself in a fight. If all the weapons adoring him gave no such clues. Yet at the timber of the newcomer’s words, Corann’s stance relaxed, if only just a bit.<br/><br/>When Sol swept his hand off her shoulder, Corann took his hand back from her. There were people out in the world who feared death, Corann knew – people who avoided glory and adventure for the sake of peace and safety. It was the way of things: some people moved with the world, some people moved the world. Nothing about the mysterious woman had indicated she was an adventurer and her actions indicated that, perhaps, he had misjudged her. He let her go, murmuring a soft apology, his timber suddenly a basso rumble of, “I understand. For some, glory is neither means nor end,  my little friend. Still, perhaps wherever your skills lie – whatever they are – you can aid others?”<br/><br/>Seeing Namea turn to go, Corann called out, “Hold there, friend. There is no need to flee. Clearly, there is some sort of miscommunication. I’ve been told that I can be…overly eager and scare the Lesser Peoples.” He flashed a broad, guile-less smile at the pair of them.<br/><br/>“I have approached the lady inappropriately, offering adventure, when clearly she wants no such thing. You, on the other hand, seem a kindred spirit. All the same,” he tilted his head down to address Sol, “The nature about you tells me that you are an outsider. Even if you are not an adventurer, perhaps there is more we can gain from one another, besides dragging you into danger?”<br/><br/>He tried to take both in, beseeching calm discourse rather than fleeing in terror and something of a golden nimbus flared about his body, a charismatic curtain that seemed to enhance his smile, the sense of the man’s native honor and honesty. Though Corann might be a brash, arrogant, fool, he did not come across as entirely suicidal or evil.<br/>