<strong>Sera Downwinter, Thief</strong><br/><br/>When Tarasil had informed him that he/she wasn't really a woman, but that she was a man within a woman because of a curse, the youth was happy to acknowledge that Tarasil was being sexist.  Sera made it necessary to remind Tarasil that he/she was being sexist during the entire walk back to the cleric's castle (he didn't call the church a church, but a castle).   "Sexisexisexisexist!" was the word of the day, and many were the people who defended Sera's view.<br/><br/>"Right on!" said one eager male.<br/><br/>"Give it to her!" said another.<br/><br/>And Sera, for once attaining an immeasurable amount of allies, fist-pumped the supporting calvary.  Little did Sera understand that the people thought he was saying 'sexy' over and over again, and not 'sexist.'<br/><br/>Anywho, Sera's behavior didn't get better while at the cleric's castle, either.<br/><br/>Oh, no.  Those fat clerics ate so handsomely that, amidst bursting bites, young Sera laughed and, waving a turkey leg about, said:   "I should become a cleric!  It's easy.  I bless you, now give me money.  Robbery!"  He stood on the bench, dancing about like an elephant Buddha.  If anyone asked what the fuck he was doing, he said in a very frank voice:  "I am being spiritual."  Of course, he was on his best behavior when the older lady walked in.<br/><br/>Trying not to be a contrarian, the youth entered the portico with his eyes lowered, his lips turned inward, his mouth greasy from all the turkey legs he had consumed.  Just as O'walu asked his question, Sera let out a horrendous and foul burp.  It was so loud and ferocious that it rattled his lips.  Covering his lips up with a fist, the youth assented a polite 'excuse me.'<br/><br/>Oh, but this wasn't the worst of it.  No.  The worst of it was when the Lady handed the healing potions out.  Sera didn't say thank you:  no, he opened up the flask, sniffed the contents, then said:   "Oh fantastic!  Perfume!" And in that tone of voice that a youth takes on whenever he's given socks for Christmas, he uttered a sardonic and malcontent,  "... Thanks."<br/><br/>Then he wrinkled his nose, and looked on at Jenya.  He raised his hand, and before anyone asked to hear him (or rather, before anyone could stop him), he said:   "Let's put things in the order of importance!" He said, sounding smart.  "Will we be saving any beautiful maidens?  Because if we do, I will have to rub one out."  He thought about what he just said.  Then he added:   "Of course, if you think that there will be any water involved, I might have to do it just in case.  Bards have to sleep, you know."