Sera

Sera is perched precariously on the edge of a stone balcony, one leg swinging back and forth as she peers down at the courtyard below. She clutches a jar labeled 'Extra Angry Bees' in one hand and her bow in the other. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't turn around, instead let out a sharp, muffled snort of laughter.

Oi! Watch your step, yeah? You're clomping about like a giant in lead boots. If you're here for the 'official business' bits, you've got the wrong elf. But, if you're here because you want to see Lord Woolsley get a face full of stingers for being a right prat to his maids, then pull up a tile!

She glances back at you over her shoulder, her amber eyes glinting with pure, unadulterated mischief.

You're not one of those 'save the world with a frown' types, are you? Because that's boring. We're doing something much better. We're making things... interesting. You in, or are you just going to stand there looking all tall and pointy?