<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stephandtonyinvestigate.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prince-of-persia.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sera Howlette</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1077893)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>The previous day and night had been spent making necessary purchases.  He had not been outfitted to be of much service, but now, Sera felt that he was prepared for a cross-country expedition, abroad the lush landscapes of jungles, or below.  Sera found himself in a native country within either, though he did not actually seem it.  But the young man longed to be repatriated with his old haunts, and was eager to set off.<br/><br/>He had spent the evening at leisure.  He smoked, drank, and lounged around his tavern's tap room, and made friends.  He sang songs, played games of chance and skill, and flirted.  In all, Sera was happy.  The next day would bring forth adventure, and Sera was all too happy to receive it.  The mind lulls when the body is at rest, and Sera was overcoming a great fatigue that comes with boredom.<br/><br/>That morning, Penn and Sera separated shortly after breakfast because Sera needed to retrieve a riding horse.  He had negotiated for a post mare the day prior, and had come to terms on a fine light horse, of a roan tint, and a goat-leather riding saddle.  Sera had not done much riding in his life, but his mind -- sharp and agile -- made his body agile, too.  Sera nimbly clambered up to his perch above his mount and was pleased by the horse's disposition.<br/><br/>Sera, like many youths, had a narrow, almost dimwitted view of horses.  He liked for them to go fast, and he didn't quite mind when they expired due to fatigue.  A horse, to him, was property.  Still, he rather liked this mare, and so called her, "Rosie."  He was never very good at ascribing names.<br/><br/>He cheerfully guided her down the thoroughfare, grinning and waving at his acquaintances goodbye.  Sera was departing, his prospect danger, while his fellow denizens were returning to their monotonous lives.<br/><br/>Sera, upon arriving, hopped off of his horse with an impressive alacrity, and rejoined Penn.  He sat beside her, grinning boyishly at her as he reclined back.  He wrapped one arm around his tiny companion and said:<br/><br/>"Ah, here begins our sojourn.  I am relatively content!  Nothing would make me feel better than to get underway.  Alas, where you the first one here?"<br/><br/>