Sera laughed boyishly, and placed his fists at his hips, smiling brilliantly at the cleric of St. Cuthbert.  It seemed like a joke to him, that a cleric of a church should make a big fuss of a thief.  Weren't clerics thieves, too?  But Sera didn't say so--he knew that the woman would be offended, and though Sera didn't really have many social inhibitions, he wasn't particular to insulting a person directly after he had been fed.  Sera wasn't opposed to insulting someone indirectly however.<br/><br/>"What a pity, m'lady!" he said grandly.   "But I am not offended.  It hasn't been the first time I've been turned out doors, for I make my stack on the roof tops anyways."  With a cruel smirk, he bowed.   "You know what they say.  Better to sleep beneath the sky than to sleep in St. Cuthbert's home;<em>least you aren't disappeared in the middle of the night."</em><br/><br/>Then he scoffed at her mentions of a reward.<br/><br/>"Ah, the warmth of your hospitality was enough for me!  Keep your reward, for it would only be the prize of the cruel guard.  No, an honest thief cannot make an honest earning, only secret thieves do that.  Were I to be an<em>honorable</em>guard or perhaps even a cleric, I should be golden:  but I do not like being a secret thief."  Here, Sera chuckled.   "But don't think me an ass, cleric of St. Cuthbert.  Sure enough, I will help to get your children back at no expense to you.  But this is the last time I ever set foot in your miserable den."<br/><br/>And with that, Sera hopped to the door, singing an old lullaby.<br/><br/>"Wily, wily cle-rick,<br/>Belly full of wheat.<br/>Do you have the loot?<br/>When should we meet?<br/><br/>A hundred golden crowns,<br/>A merry dozen cows,<br/>Three sparkling gowns,<br/>And an ogre-sized sow."<br/><br/>