((Agree with Dracoat. Family comes first!))<br/><br/>Sera listened emotionlessly as the Drow introduced himself. He was right; Sera had never heard of the Eszrenth family before. But then again, that was of little surprise, since the Fay seldom kept up to date in affairs of other races, not even in those concerning their estranged cousins, the Drow. Still, she nodded to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kalin of Eszrenth," she said in a neutral tone, courtesy dictating her words. "It's been too long since we Fay have met with our cousins."<br/><br/>And now, the Ancient was the only one among them whose name Sera did not know. Well, it should not stay that way for long, with the way she was acting towards Arcxsus; Sera thought she caught her winking at the tall Terrax. But they were not the only people in the training grounds. Sera was aware of yet another presence some way off from them. Apparently, he had not noticed them yet. Sera eyed him suspiciously, and grew even more distrustful when her sharp eyes saw Arcxsus toss a dagger in his direction. What was that? A threat? Or a signal? Sera reminded herself once more to be on her guard, and not get too intoxicated with those heavy liquors that the Terrax were so fond of.<br/><br/>Sera had never heard of the Sleeping Dragon, again probably because she, like most Fay, seldom wandered out of their own living and business districts in Dimat. Nevertheless, it sounded like a comfortable place for a quiet chat. And the inn did not disappoint, though Sera disapproved of her scantily-clad sisters (all Fay consider themselves one extended family). Sera followed Arcxsus over to one of the empty tables, and ordered a glass of red wine. While waiting for the others to order too, Sera turned her attention to the old woman by the fire, watching her muttering to herself. A spell? A trance? Or neither: perhaps the poor old lady was simply inflicted in her mind.