Sera was still contemplating the sun when Darica addressed him, and it took him a moment before he realized that it was indeed he who was being spoken to.  He turned to look at Darica, smiled, and started:   "A job?  Why, my dear woman, I was just de--"  His eyes just happened to wander over the newly extricated figure that followed behind the halfling.  It was a marvelous looking woman, with platinum hair, skimpy clothes, and the expression of annoyance that Sera found so endearing, so marvelous, that he could hardly help himself from grinning stupidly.<br/><br/>He shook the ensnaring cobwebs of desire and uttered in a falsetto, which he attempted to hide with a cough,  "A job, yes.  I'm to my last silver pieces now, and I've grown comfortable with my lifestyle.  I'm a professional adventurer, and as such, require adventurers suitable for a professional adventurer such as I.  But I do concede that I've never actually had any such adventures, and thus won't turn my nose at something so simple as delivering a chest."  He then became alarmed.   "It -is- something remarkably simple, is it not, old man?"<br/><br/>He quickly added,  "A million pardons.  I'm Sera Downwinter.  My halfling friend here is named Vulvalea.  I like to call her Lea, but I'm certain that she quite detests it."