Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Bold Bison Inn<br/>Location ending post: Outside Bold Bison Inn<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol/Rianna, any other in area<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea felt good for the moment. There seemed to be the promise of some sort of... group or party forming, just like he had read about in the tales he loved. Corann, Sol, and possibly this other woman who had just entered? And perhaps others they might entice and attract on their way? Surely with Corann 'selling' their little group's abilities and plans, they could attract a merry band of heroes with whom they could set forth and explore the world. Glory wasn't so much on Nemea's mind as were the tangible rewards: coin, riches, and of course, women. Perhaps a farmer's daughter or three? He had read that they were -particularly- sweet, though he hadn't seen a single one yet that matched the stories since he had left his home.<br/><br/>After pointing out the woman to Corann, Nemea watched the man's face grow serious, and without further word, Corann rose and stomped off toward the lady. Nemea, a little wide-eyed, turned to face Sol. "Well, either she impressed him by appearance alone, or he's longing for company of the carnal type, I suppose," he said with a soft snort. "He sure seemed rather... focused."<br/><br/>When Nemea turned his gaze again to Sol, though, he noted just in time that the woman was also rising to her feet, and dropped coin on the table to cover her drink. "My lady, I've already paid for-..." was all he was able to say before Sol, without a word, also moved off, heading toward the door in a direct fashion.<br/><br/>Now sitting completely alone, Nemea glanced around the room, shrugging lightly, and not seeing anyone looking, he gently lifted his arms and took a quick sniff of his odor near either armpit. No, he did not smell appalling, so the sudden departure of his two new acquaintances must have been due to some other reason.<br/><br/>He pondered for a moment what it all could mean. Based on his own limited life-experiences, he quickly came to two conclusions: First, Corann was so overcome with lust for the new arrival, the man had risen and approached her quite directly. Nemea would have agreed that the newcomer was indeed attractive, but he, himself, would have opted for a more... relaxed, indirect approach. But considering what little he knew of Corann, Nemea assumed that the man was likely very direct in all things - including his love-life. Glancing over at the table, the newcomer was not physically attacking Corann yet, so perhaps things were working to the big man's advantage so far.<br/><br/>The second thing he realized, after watching Sol depart so abruptly, was that Sol herself must have been attached to Corann, and seeing the man approach the other woman, Sol lost her cool and departed so she would not have to look at the man at work. Nemea immediately felt badly for the woman, and wondered if Corann was at all aware that Sol might have already developed feelings for him. Afterall, from all the books on the subject that he had read, women were incredibly emotional and quick to be frustrated and tearful. And from what he had also read, the best way to help Sol right now would be to offer an ear and a shoulder.<br/><br/>Their drinks taken care of, Corann busy with the newcomer, Nemea rose quickly and made to go after Sol. He stepped outside, looking both ways down the street just in time to see Sol slip around the side of the inn. She was likely embarrassed by what had happened. Nemea, thinking he would play the big-brother role (even though he didn't have any siblings and didn't know -how-), strode purposely after her. Within moments he rounded the edge and saw where she rested, and he approached her slowly.<br/><br/>"Hey, Solfiria," he said, slowly approaching her. "Everything ok?" he asked, as he, too, glanced up at the sky, pregnant with pent-up magic and the promise of a torrential downpour. The scent of magic on the winds made the small hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, but there was little he could do about that now. He needed to see to Solifiria, then perhaps get her back indoors before the storm erupted.<br/><br/>"I have an idea what you're feeling," he began gently, when in reality - he didn't. "And you know - it's ok. Everything will be fine. YOU will be fine. Corann might just be going through a phase, you know. And, the whole 'glory-seeking' thing... I am not overly keen on that, myself," he said. "But if I am to travel the world, looking for work and exploration and learning, I'd rather do it in the company of some able-bodied people who I might grow to trust. Or do you prefer to walk through life alone?"<br/>