Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: After Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: After Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Location ending post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Any<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? (no)<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea was so taken-in by all that he was seeing, that when the large woman approached, his lips moved but he wasn't entirely sure what to say. He had -read- stories about such things, but he had always put things like this into the category of 'fairy tales', yet, here they were in all their color and splendor.<br/><br/>He glanced up at the -much- taller woman. The plate she wore must have weighed a ton, yet she carried it on her person as if it were no heavier than cloth. Her tense awareness wasn't lost on him, and he quickly reminded himself about his readings - his kind weren't always 'appreciated' to begin with, and here he was, staring and gawking rudely like a child. His pale skin reddened slightly, as he quickly realized how infantile he must seem.<br/><br/>"My apologies, lady," he stammered out as his eyes met hers, unsure how Dulosians preferred to be addressed, so he went for the generic greeting. "I just couldn't help but notice your troupe, and... well... I confess as to never having seen the likes of it before, so my curiosity got the better of me and is the sole reason for my rudeness."<br/><br/>He slowly reached his hand out to hers, grasping her forearm and leaving his own bared to her grip in the offer of a warrior's handshake, as he had read about so many times in the books. "Well-met. I am Nemea, a wandering elf mercenary newly arrived in Dulon Landing. I admit it is my first time here and my legs and stomach are still getting used to being on solid ground again. My recent time at sea only enhances my rudeness, I assure you," he said, trying to give her a smile.<br/><br/>"Is the Circus scheduled to remain here in the port for long, or are you headed to a larger venue?" he asked as he glanced around, the super-excitement in the air only seemed exacerbated by the presence of the colorful Circus troupe unloading from the ship, and the formidable-looking woman before him. He idly wondered if the woman could sense it, too - the air about them pregnant with an intensity of arcane power.<br/><br/>"Are you, by chance, Mariana?" he asked curiously, wondering if he were addressing the owner directly, or if this was perhaps a performer, or more than likely, a guard of the Circus.