AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A FIRE EMBLEM PARTY

[solemnity]

[ so whatever you were doing, DROP IT. RIGHT NOW. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SAVING YOUR CONTINENT OR WORLD, YOU AREN'T DOING IT NOW.

no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale and maybe get rowdy. have some fun, loosen up, make new friends. WHO KNOWS, maybe they've got some crazy tales of their own to tell. maybe you'll see faces you shouldn't be able to anymore! TIME SHENANIGANS, MAN, wibbly wobbly and all that jazz.

anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has the misfortune of calling his army. or the army he advises, rather, since technically they're eliwood's army. whatever. he's keeping an eye on them like a good mother hen tactician should. otherwise, have your fun, he'll leave y'all to it. ]

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[nimblefingered]

[ oh no, not lectures from serra. ... not that he ever takes these seriously, but anyway. but there is a problem because she is loud and he really REALLY doesn't want anybody hearing he's stealing stuff, let's not start a bar fight shall we. so he's just. going to reach over to cover her mouth and glance around in worry. ]

Shh! Are you trying to get me killed, woman?! [ wait, why is he asking that again, he knows the answer already... ] It's not as if they'll miss a few coins - [ and then, an idea! putting on his most earnest smile now: ] I'll buy your drinks, what do you say? Treat you as a... proper gentleman should.

[ maybe drunk serra is more tolerable than sober serra?? here's to hoping, anyhow. either way, it'll get her to drop the thieving thing. ]