<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Fpic22-ava1.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Fpic22.jpg)</div><strong>                     Rianna Character Post</strong><br/><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/><hr/>A strand of shimmering black hair fell forward over her shoulder.  Again, she instinctively brushed it back into place with the aid of a simple spell.  She continued to eat tactfully even after Corann had finished his own.  His curiosity over her statement was a little strange.  It made her consider that there was a personal interest of his own bundled in with this mission.<br/><br/>"Oh, it's the nearest area that might have some white olives.  The Academy uses them as a component in an elixir.  We've nearly exhausted our stock, and our original supplier was wiped out during the war.  It would be difficult to negotiate a regular trade agreement over such a distance, so I'm to procure what I can while further arrangements are made."  Rianna's words were precisely composed, like that of an academic, but her voice was light and warm like a good friend's might be.  For a soldier, she had a very feminine voice, not sultry or sexy exactly, but something of a different sort of charm.  When she spoke earlier, it was so formal, but now it appeared asd if she were relaxing.<br/><br/>The swordmage took a long drink from her mug and speculated about this "trip" to the groves and "visit" with the blood elves.  Corann was sitting with two others earlier, in fact some of their things were still sitting out at the table, but neither of them had returned yet.  It was hard to gauge just how this dynamic was going work out when she didn't even know the other members.  Or if there would be other members. Her blue eyes stared off into space momentarily while she absentmindedly ate another bite of the stew.  Without truly returning her thoughts to the current location she asked Corann, "What sort of tactics would you say you are familiar with in combat, Devoted?  Which would you say do you favor?"<br/><br/>In times of war, the tactical advantage is what truly determines the victor.  Some say that it is a match of equal numbers where tactics determines the victor, but Rianna didn't see it that way.  In a fight of equal tactics, numbers become the determining factor.  But no matter how much faith she had in tactics, she was not certain two people against an unknown number of blood elves would be victorious.  In her mind she was considering strategies, but in the end assumed they would need another fighter on hand most likely.<br/>