<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>Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Sol<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>The huge man looked down at Sol as she indicated his clothes and he frowned, growling out, “I don’t defeat evil for the reward.” He paused, then admitted, “Well, not just the reward. And as for these clothes…” He exhaled through his teeth, making a high-pitched, whistling sound, “Perhaps I am doomed to wear them for longer than I’d hoped.”<br/><br/>In a movement that seemed almost pious, he glanced up to the sky, “Esteron, God of War, if you can hear me, I consider this trial much worse than any monstrosity you’ve sent my way thus far.” If Esteron heard, there was no response. Given the fact that it was well known that the Gods were Absent, it wasn’t much of a surprise.<br/><br/>Without missing a beat, Corann lowered his eyes from the turbulent, darkening sky, and extended his big hand toward hers, offering, “I am Corann, Ember and Devoted of the Chosen, who are you and what do you do? If you’re interested, perhaps we could travel together.”<br/><br/>He beamed at her, handsome face empty of anything resembling guile, “The storytellers among my people often tell ballads that begin much like this: strangers meeting, bonding, and then facing insurmountable evils. Sure, a few of the people die, but they always die in glory.” Another pause, a little frown, “Well, except for the times that they die in humiliation, suffering in piles of shit. But when their friends avenge them, their glory is redoubled!” He pronounced the last with quiet and firm surety, bobbing his head to reinforce the concepts.<br/>