[ Not even Matthew can elude Serra's watchful eye; she's always two steps ahead of her vassals. Thankfully (for the entire bar), Serra hasn't had a drink, at least not as of yet; one can only imagine how bad she'd be under alcohol's influence.

Nevertheless, here comes a perky pink-headed cleric dashing over once she catches sight of dear, dear Matthew. ]

Maaaaath-oooo-yewwww! Hello, hello! I was just looking for a dashing thief to protect me. After all, someone as delicate as myself has no place in such a drab pub, don't you agree?