Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's.<br/>Location ending post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>No sooner than the question and words had left his lips, than the woman had turned to face him, and then indicated a desire to leave. Shame crept over Nemea's heart - he had interrupted, perhaps even rudely so, and made the poor woman feel unwelcome in doing so, and apparently made her feel the urge to depart. He felt the urge to make amends immediately.<br/><br/>"Oh, I apologize, my lady. I did not mean to... barge in, or... or interrupt, or... or make you feel like you had to go."<br/><br/>Hadn't he, though? He couldn't decide, truthfully. He had merely wanted to catch them before they walked off, and had stepped on figurative toes in his excitement to speak to them.<br/><br/>"Please, finish your visit with your friend and I shall take my leave. I'm staying at the Bison, and either of you can reach me there at a more appropriate time should your company be looking for another. Again - my apologies for the intrusion. I meant no offense," he said, bowing slightly to the two of them.<br/><br/>He had no intentions of chasing the woman off, and reminded himself that despite his rather isolated upbringing, he wasn't 'home' anymore and would need to be more mindful of the manners and ways of the locals. He was still learning, he knew, so he attempted to give himself the benefit of the doubt, but the last thing he wanted to do was insult anyone, especially a kind lady with some sort of ailment.<br/><br/>He began to move away, almost -racing- Sol to exit the area. He was tall, true, but nowhere near the giant of a man that Corann was. With a slight blush that was clearly visible on his pale skin, he made to leave.<br/>