Sera raised an eyebrow to Nero as he bragged about his skill. Or at least, that was how she saw his words anyway. "I'll be the judge of that," she said firmly. "We'll see if you are indeed your father's son."<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn away by Arcxsus' clownish action, and she rolled her eyes.<em>What did I say? A band of circus performers... We might as well purchase a tent and put up a show. Maybe recruit one or two of those Draconic Guardians along too,</em>she thought, smiling grimly. Watching Camille and Amethyst retreat, Sera added pointedly, "Perhaps<em>some of us</em>need a lie-down too."<br/><br/>It suddenly occured to Sera, as the Drow turned to ask her a question, that she was the only female left at the table. Not that she felt intimidated, of course, not when one of them was half-drunk, and another, a proud braggart. The only one who still had his wits about him, she was sure would not dare harm her. He would not dare risk the peace so uneasily established between the Fays and the Drows, and especially not so close to a Fay dwelling.<br/><br/>"Noble or not, it is always advisable for a young fledgling to leave his or her parents' nest in order to gain experience and knowledge in the world. Although we Fay like to have little to do with the world, it is customary for one to spend a year or so away from one's home when one comes of age. Surely you, my cousin, have not become so barbaric in your ways that you do not follow traditions anymore?" She said that last line with a voice of pure innocence, following the beliefs of her people that the Drow were corrupted Fays.