<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/CorannSmall.jpg)</div><br/><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>An hour or so after noon; time has been passing<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Rianna<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>“I’ll have you know that I am Devoted, not goodman.” Corann managed to make the ‘man’ part of goodman sound like a curse. “I am neither Untested nor Banished from my people and to insinuate,” he paused as he took in the rest of what the woman said, sputtering off into some nonsense guttural syllables of his native language. Akin to Dwarven, the Chosen tongue was clipped, harsh-sounding, and most adept at describing battlefield actions. Chosen love sonnets were notorious for describing acts of the greatest romantic intimacy in terms of how a suitor “flanked” an opponent and managed to force them to “release their volley in tandem with a well-timed charge.” Thankfully, there were relatively few known Chosen clans that had any members who aspired to such thrilling works.<br/><br/>“Melk, you say?” Corann didn’t sit, but something in the hard planes of his face gave way, revealing an uncertain mixture of trepidation and curiosity. “Can you tell me the name or type of Chosen who you trained with or under? Probably one of the Leadership Septs; there are quite a few stationed there, or so I was told.” He sniffed a bit aloofly. “It’s still quite debated among some of my people, training outsiders at all, you know.”<br/><br/>The fox ears nesting in Corann’s hair twitched a bit at the sound of Sol leaving and the Chosen glanced after her, feeling uncertain. He hadn’t known Sol for long, but he’d found her quite vulnerable and easily frightened. It was his nature, the nature of those who held honor, to defend the weak against evil predators. Part of him felt certain that she could be of some use, could add something to their efforts to form a functional party and wage great wars of adventure against the neigh-invulnerable evils of the world. She had successfully traveled alone, as he’d pointed out earlier. On the other hand, he knew that truly fearful people often needed protecting and not prodding. Well, he’d heard that. Mainly from his mother, who was attempting to soften the influence of his father.  She’d told him as much. That his father was a fool, that is. His mother had pointed out that some people may have potential and still need protecting; she’d used blacksmiths as such an example. Among the outside races, blacksmiths often forged weapons without wielding them themselves. Perhaps Sol was such and his efforts were misplaced.<br/><br/>Then Nemea, his new ally, went after Sol and Corann felt the tension in his heart relax. Nemea seemed to have a solid understanding of women, a grace and sweetness about him that lent itself to making everyone like him. Corann, to be fair, aspired to such lofty heights. His mother had been a people person. But, in his heart of hearts, Corann knew that he was more like his father: short tempered, impulsive, emotional, and more than a little blood thirsty.<br/><br/>No doubt Nemea would be able to make the right call.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the scantily clad woman before him, Corann asked, “It would be more appropriate for you to join me, my lady. I am Corann and am working diligently to form an adventuring party.” He gestured with one big hand back at the table he’d abandoned with his drink still atop it, “And that empty table is where I and my companions have gathered to discuss glorious things. Should one of return, it would not be very fair to them for us to have shifted the gathering ten whole feet. It could be confusing.” He paused, considering, then added, “Unless you’re okay with me bringing all their things over here? That might make it simple.” He emphasized his offers with a huge, youthful smile that immediately made him seem more child than great warrior.<br/>