Adriaan winces as he tries to keep his eyes off of his party's feasting.  He's in no condition to eat anyone anyways.  Besides, there's still time for the others to lose their bets.  Instead, he walks over to the two who surrendered, putting on a smile.  "Hi," he says.  "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.  My name's Adriaan.  What are yours?"<br/><br/>(Diplomacy check: 5m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/636036">http://orokos.com/roll/636036</a>m)<br/><br/>The arrows still in his body ruin the image he was trying to go for, though, and he winds up delivering his overture of friendliness with his teeth gritted tight and stumbling as he tries not to pass out.