Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Time of day ending post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Location beginning post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Location ending post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Sol, Holly<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea couldn't believe his luck. JUST when Sol had agreed to finally go back inside, here was another damsel, Hollywillow she said her name was, who refused to go inside. What was it with women in these parts, and not wanting to be inside, under the sturdy protection of a roof when a terrible storm was imminent?<br/><br/>He watched Sol as she began to move back into the inn - hopefully Corann would see her and make sure she was well, if his eyes weren't glued too tightly to that other newly arrived female. But now Nemea's eyes turned to Hollywillow, his head tilted slightly to the side. It was fairly obvious that where she was from, customs were a little different from his own, or even those of the people in the small village they currently occupied.<br/><br/>"Why don't I wear.... oh," he began. "The veil! Well, some people in SOME lands wear such devices to hide their faces for various reasons. Some because they are ugly or unsightly to gaze upon. Some because they are TOO beautiful for others NOT to stare at them, and some are wanted by various authorities for crimes or other reasons so hide behind a veil so as not to be recognized. Some wear them as fashion statements, and still some do so in order to appear 'mysterious' to possible suitors." He paused for a moment, glancing to make sure Sol was out of earshot. "I saw a brief glimpse behind her veil earlier today, and I think she is simply beautiful, but justdoesn't want to attract attention," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.<br/><br/>Nemea then cleared his throat and spoke again in a normal tone. "So, you'll likely discover that few people in this land actually wear a veil. They aren't required here - at least, not that I've been told," he said.<br/><br/>"My name is Nemea. I am an elf," he said with a gentle smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you and make your acquaintance, Hollywillow the Dryad."<br/><br/>His brow quickly furrowed though when she mentioned about not going indoors. "I assure you it is quite safe," he said. "In this part of the world, people go inside all the time during storms. In fact, it's the best shelter, and they've been doing it for ages here!" he assured her. He saw her take a step away, as if to return the way whence she came."<br/><br/>"Won't you come inside for just a little bit, Hollywillow the Dryad? We have another friend or two inside, and I know you would enjoy the conversation, and perhaps a drink. I'd love to hear about your people, for I know very little of Dryads in general, and in turn I'd be happy to tell you of mine. I promise nothing bad will befall you, and we will only remain inside long enough for the storm to pass over."