Adriaan's face falls as his offer is refused.  "Very well," he tells them.  Then he turns to the shyer one.  "Watch yourself.  There are a million ways to die in there."  With a brief nod, he turns and walks away, his mood falling.<br/><br/>As Adriaan catches back up with the group, he clears his throat.  "I actually have some money stashed away," he says, quietly enough that no-one else can hear him.  "If I can get at it, I can probably make things a little easier for us.  Get us room and board, supplies..." he paused as his stomach grumbled.  "...a decent meal.  Regarding making money, I'm a bit of a street performer, and I do alright at it, though I'm not averse to doing a little adventuring."  The extra money and prestige could help him get the arena abolished as well, but he kept that to himself.