Sera, of course, now seemed to forget the gravity of the situation and balanced out of boredom on one hand atop of the back of his wooden chair.  He stood like this for about a minute until he realized people were looking at him, awaiting what he would do.  Rather abashed, he flopped/flipped (depending on how you looked at it) into the chair, his heels landing on the table with a soft thud.<br/><br/>"Man, I don't really want to to go to the taverns.  Things always find themselves in my hands, and it's not like I make a conscious effort to do it.  And it always happens to be something that belongs to the meanest and biggest block in the court, which defies logic, if you think about it.  Ah, oh, I should mention that I'm a thief (but I'm not very good at it).  But, see, I never actually manage to get away with it."  He sighed rather dramatically, a candelabra falling from his sleeve just at that moment to punctuate his point.<br/><br/>Sera glanced down at the candelabra and rubbed the back of his scalp.<br/><br/>"Huh!  See, who would have thought that I would have stolen a candelabra from the temple of St. Cuthbert?  I don't even have candles."  He then rose, sighing tiredly.<br/><br/>"But fine!  I'll go with you,<em>male bard</em>," he muttered.   "I just hope that the only people at the taverns are gnomes and not half-orcs."