As was his wont, Sera began to cartwheel around the group joyously, handling the metallic dagger happily.  Maybe, just maybe, he could get fifty silver pieces for it.  Maybe.  And it's not like he stole it!  It was on the ground.  Finder's keepers.  Evil doers!  But his happiness was cut short when the woman made her diabolic speech upon the stage of the rooftop.  Sera didn't know who this lady was, but as she spoke, he assumed the posture of comedic mischief, like a boy who accidentally just destroyed a house.<br/><br/>When the thief lady fled, the young man turned to look towards his surrogate companions and said:  "Is it just me, or is it that when people tell me not to do something, I have the desire of doing just that?"<br/><br/>He mussed upon it.  Then, when the cleric declared that everyone would be getting a reward, Sera sloppily backflipped.  When I say sloppily, I mean that the leap was all right, the execution of the turn was okay, but his landing was on all fours.  Sera didn't seem to notice.  He was pretty ecstatic.<br/><br/>"I wonder what it will be!" Sera said, getting up and lifting his knees rhythmically.   "What do you think it'll be, bard?  Money?  Weapons?  Food?!  Oh man, I've never met a cleric that wasn't fat."  He turns towards the waif cleric of Pelor.   "Um, you being the exception."  Sera turned his eyes to the other cleric.   "Well, I wouldn't say that you're thin..."  The thief lifted his shirt, exposing his well-defined abdomen, and he casually patted it, then pointed at it.   "Thin!"<br/><br/>Sera started laughing, but felt rather lonely in his joy so he turned naturally to the only person that he felt would find humor in his antics:  the bard.  But where the bard stood, a member of the opposite gender stood.  A really attractive woman with her breasts exposed.  Well, Sera didn't really know that the bard was attractive; all he saw was breasts.<br/><br/>"What the dickery is this!" Sera exclaimed.   "Bard, you lout!  You were a woman all along?"