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: Bold Bison Inn<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol/any other in area<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea smiled shyly at both Corann and Solfiria as they agreed to sit down for a drink and perhaps talk for awhile. This was so FUN! Meeting new and interesting people, and getting to know the lesser races better!<br/><br/>~NOT lesser races,~ a voice in his mind echoed. He reminded himself that they weren't, despite all that his mother had tried to teach him. Everything he had read about the peoples of the land indicated that they were equals to his own kind in almost every way, and even superior in other ways. He reminded himself that his mother was a bit biased - and a bit of a racist, as well. He could will himself through that, though - he wasn't his mother's puppet or mirror-image by any stretch.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you are alright, lady?" he asked Solfiria, true concern in his voice. He was naturally curious about the various women of the world in particular, being at that age where women were biologically being forced into the forefront of his mind. But even more than that, he didn't want to come across like some uncouth selfish bastard. "If I damaged your clothing, I would be happy to replace it for you at my expense, of course," he said to the woman as he turned and began walking in the direction of the Bison, slowly, his head turned to look at the two to make sure they were following, as well.<br/><br/>