<div align="center"><strong>Corann Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Sol<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>Corann looked over at the startling creature with an odd mixture of fascination and reluctant attraction. His kind were deeply sexual creatures; how else would they breed fast enough to keep their numbers up, given all the wars they were genetically programmed for? Still, it was cultural taboo to find members of other species’ attractive, even if they came from the same sort of stock as the Chosen.  The mixture of emotions took the young man aback enough that despite his normal confidence he paused long enough  for the girl to browse the shop and announce her intentions before he came back to himself.<br/><br/>When the shop owner looked like he was going to extort the girl, Corann simply looked at him, letting some of the fire show in his predatory eyes and the man seemed to take the hint, which made Corann smirk, as though seeing lesser beings obey him was the natural order of things, or perhaps pleasure in a successfully made negotiation, this one without words.<br/><br/>When Sol finished her purchase, Corann announced, “Sal, I need regular clothes. Not bright garb that will make me look like a freaking peacock. What can you do for me?”<br/><br/>Sal hooked a thumb out, behind his shop and crossly demanded, “You want other clothes, stitch them together from the Blood Elves, or go look in that strange tree, or go talk to another merchant in town. I simply don’t have any that will fit you. If you want them tailored, it will take a day and cost a full gold.”<br/><br/>Corann’s face became pale with a mixture of humiliation and rage and he stormed out of the building, not taking the time to talk to Sol – though he’d clearly planned on doing so – and moved into the street. To any observer’s eyes it was obvious the mature-looking Chosen man was sulking, his broad shoulders slumped, plump bottom lip stuck out, eyes narrow and teeth ground together.<br/>