<div align="center"><strong>Corann Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>1-2ish.<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>1-2ish.<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/>Corann watched as Rianna moved her hair back, watched as it fluttered under its own power, with neither words nor gestures to propel it. His over-sized, captivatingly hungry eyes narrowed in consternation, “Are you a Psion? A worker of mind magic?” He asked the question in an odd sort of way, as though he had some intensely vested opinions about what she might say.<br/><br/>As he waited for her to formulate a reply, Corann sat back in his seat, seemingly nonplused by the numerous weapons that were, no doubt, poking and prodding his back from the posture. That he’d managed to sit at all was a minor miracle; no spellcaster would detect any form of magic from it, though a skilled warrior could see that he’d positioned every one of his weapons just so, and moved with them as naturally as a dancer, with an unconsciously serpentine grace.<br/><br/>As Rianna’s use of his proper honorific, Corann’s eyes danced with clear pleasure that reflected on his face with a huge, beaming smile that revealed sharp teeth. “I’m somewhat naturally resistant to magic, but my specialty is weaponry.” He gestured at his small arsenal with a fluid wave of his hand. “I am missing my Needle, my bow, and would very much like to replace it, but would need to travel to Melk or Durus to do so. Or, perhaps Accord, if the Dwarf there is as skilled as I hear.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I won’t only be good at combat after a while though, no matter what my father would have of me. Mother and Uncle Folst made it clear that magic is the number one threat in combat.” He nodded at his words, as though to reinforce them to himself.<br/><br/>Glancing out toward the doorway, as though anxious for his friends to return, Corann returned her question, “And yourself, my lady? Clearly you use some sort of magic or power, yes?”<br/>