Sera scowled at Arcxsus as he pleaded mercy on behalf of her wine glass, but forced herself to relax her grip and cross her arms. Yeah, apparently the scowls of the Fay aren't reserved just for rude Drows. She wasn't quite in the mood for teasing, though. "Yes, Drow," she said the name of his race with loathing and disgust. "A scowl and not a blade, because I would not be held responsible for inciting war between our two races," Her blue-grey eyes flashed dangerously with irritation as she glared at Kalin.<br/><br/>She sat stiffly at the table, only half hearing Kalin and Amethyst's conversation. When Kalin mentioned living as he liked, Sera made a small<em>hmph</em>at the back of her throat, and promptly ignored him. "I, too, will retreat for a shower," she declared, standing up. Not caring if any of the others heard her, she left the table and disappeared in the direction of the bath houses.