As the guard comes by, Adriaan smiles at him.  "Good morning, Bill," he says, tipping an imaginary hat.  He's completely guessing on the name, and he's not too fond of the guards, either.  Still, though.  "Lovely weather, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Adriaan walks out with everyone else, a fake smile on his face.  As he sees a few of his fans, he waves to them, making a few small quips.  Then, suddenly, he seems to trip. (m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/631496">http://orokos.com/roll/631496</a>m)  This is a feint, though, as he turns it into a forward roll and straightens up again, spreading his arms and walking just as normally as he used to.  He's a little sad to notice that he's already lost one gold piece, but he'll settle accounts later.  For now, he just points to Kay and holds up one finger, mouthing 'owe you' at her.<br/><br/>He walks over to his place, somewhere in the front of the group.  He needs a clear shot while in range, and he has the feeling that everyone's going to run forward as soon as the match starts.  Call it a hunch.  He pulls out his sling, loads it, and gives it an experimental twirl.  Once he's satisfied, he turns towards the people on the other end of the arena and promptly lets his sling stop twirling.  "Oh good grief," he says to himself as he spots the codpieces.  "Well, tally-ho."<br/><br/>(I take square K-17.  If we're rolling initiative, I got 15m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/632077">http://orokos.com/roll/632077</a>m.)