After a good session of flexing, Depuceler does a a few simple, and yet flamboyant leaps while whirling his short sword.  He is very careful to strike a pose when landing.  "The gods, I am good!  Perhaps I should look about me and scan my immediate surroundings.  Some poor slob may need rescuing.  These lesser races sure could use some help from the Shildaar, but then I would have to figure out what it is they needed....nah! Not worth it.  I need to polish my buckler today.  Maybe tomorrow."  He looks about himself to see what is around.  "If they don't notice me, then maybe they are also of lesser intelligence here as well."