Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: After Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: After Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Location ending post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Any<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? (No. This was a short RP between DM and Nemea, posted with permission)<br/><hr/><br/>The large, handsome woman grinned down at Namea and nodded. “This is, indeed, my troupe. And we’ll be in Dulon Landing for a week, just long enough to relax, acclimate the beasts to the new land, and possibly pick up some guards on the way to Accord and maybe even, after a week or two in Accord, to Trumviral. What brings you here, wanderer?” she asked, politely curious.<br/><br/>Nemea nodded respectfully at her answer, then smiled when she asked. "I am actually new to these lands, out on my first journeys across the world. I spent so much of my youth pent-up at home," he said, not even bothering explaining just HOW pent up he had been. "But I am exploring, one could say. Seeking my fortune, but in no real hurry to do so. I have read about a 'circus', but have never seen one with my own eyes. Is your troupe similar to the ones in the tales? Do you really eat fire, fly through the air, and joust with dangerous wild animals?"<br/><br/>Laughing, one of those bold belly laughs that brought out dimples in the big woman’s cheeks, she waved a hand back at the dozen-or-so massive wagons lining the paved walkway. “Indeed. We’ve got a collection of animals and many specialists in tow. Our man Thomson makes Fire Elementalists crag their brows in amazement at what he does, and Sarah is an amazing tumbler, taking falls from thirty or more feet with ease. Once we setup in the next day or so, if you’re here, you’ll have quite a show.” She paused, adding wickedly, “As long as you can afford the gold we charge for it!” Another merry laugh followed, friendly and open and full of zest for life.<br/><br/>Both of his brows raised, almost the gaze of a young child seeing the circus for the first time - if not for his tall frame (though short by HER standards, of course). "The next day or so! Then I hope I am about so that I might see these people you speak of! Someone can fall thirty feet with ease? And Thomson sounds quite powerful! How much gold does it cost to see these attractions, my lady?" he asked politely.<br/><br/>"A solid gold," she replied. A month's wages for most common folk and a hearty sum. "With the poorest of the poor getting in for a silver. It's the cheapest I can manage and still put food on the table for all my people." She hesitated, then admitted, perhaps bedazzled by the elf's hypnotic red eyes, "I can't deny wee children and people starving an opportunity. That would be cruel. I'd love to have you in." She looked him over, considering, "What manner of elf are you? You bear a resemblance to several kinds, but I've never met one with such eyes."<br/><br/>He stammered a bit, looking down, as if embarrassed by the answer. "I am from Grace, my lady. Some say I was touched by the elements, others say I was cursed. I am not thought of fondly there – which provided more incentive to see the world. And you, my lady? Where might you come from?" he asked, even if the answer may be assumed or obvious, giving his own eyes a chance to appraise her rather large and... hardy frame.<br/><br/>She laughed again and gestured back at the boat from which she'd clearly disembarked. "From the ship, and before that from Dulosia. I was in the military for a few years, but after I'd done my service, decided it was time to take a break and get into another line of work. And here I am, seeing how this side of the sea fares."<br/><br/>She glanced over at the workers in the column behind her, several tall men and women joking, having fun, and working all at once, then back at the elf. "Is there anything that I can do for you in specific, my friend? I should probably continue preparing for the night's rest, if not."<br/><br/>His brows raised. "Oh, no! I apologize for delaying you. I was on my way to the brothel when I saw the colorful belongings and trappings of your troupe, so my curiosity urged me to inquire. Again - I did not mean to delay you, lady. You have been quite courteous, and for that, Nemea thanks you," he said with a slight bow.<br/><br/>She responded with a surprisingly fluid motion that belied just how restricted she'd looked in her armor and returned her attention to her wagons and the people attending them.<br/><br/>Nemea scolded himself a bit – had the woman just been kind to him? Or... was that an interest she showed in him, or had she been... flirting with him? He wished his mother were here to tell him. Such things he had not been allowed to read about much, and now he regretted not knowing. Of course, he'd been safer not 'assuming' anything, and risk having the lady pound him into the dirt, but...<br/><br/>He sighed and stood off to the side, watching the workers go about their task in wonder, his eyes often looking for signs of Mariana.