m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/650903">http://orokos.com/roll/650903</a>m(19, 12, and 17 appraise)<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/650904">http://orokos.com/roll/650904</a>m(11 perception)<br/><br/>Adriaan doesn't notice a whole lot from the crowd.  His mind is too busy with other things.   Part of it is making sensible purchases, but another part of it is trying to plan for the days ahead.  He doesn't know what to do to make the slave fights stop, and he has no idea who to get in touch with anyone who does.  He'll ask around to see what is going on, but that sounds like something for the next day.  Instead, he returns to the Tipsy Unicorn.<br/><br/>His first response is to stare at everything in the Unicorn.  If this is the better choice...  Adriaan shakes his head.  It's still better than a cell.  At least, he hopes.  He walks over to the barkeep and sits at the bar.  "Morning," he says.  "My friends and I are looking for a place to stay for a while.  What are the rates for your rooms?"  As she talks, Adriaan pays attention, trying to root out any attempt to pull a fast one on him.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/650942">http://orokos.com/roll/650942</a>m(15 perception).