Todays wardrobe of choice was derived of paranoia, an aching sensation that had accompanied Adrian since he'd taken to the sea. A shabby hood hung low over his head, obscuring his face from those who didn't deliberately go out of their way to make it out. Even choosing to attempt to peek under the hood would only reveal a set of piercing eyes gazing out atop a face mask obscuring Adrian from the nose down. Lastly a drab brown cloak wrapped around his shoulders and obscured much of his figure as well as his hands. For all intents and purposes Adrian looked raggedy and uninteresting, a bland figure that the eye might pass over with nary a second thought. To the trained eye though, Adrian might very well appear exactly as he was, a man on the run. Adrian cursed inwardly as he checked over his shoulder for the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes, gritting his teeth in frustration. Paranoia was unbecoming of him and yet he dueled with it anyways. His escape from the mainland had been far too close for his liking and he struggled with the idea that he might be safe out at sea. Regardless he'd found his way to Kontina and found a ship in need of a doctor. With any luck such a place would throw any pursuers off his trail. Adrian pushed the paranoia to the back of his mind as Chwegwn spoke of betting at the arena. He'd no idea what Kontina's arena might hold but he certainly considered himself a duelist and would enjoy a few bouts at the arena, especially as a means to put his mind elsewhere. Movement. A shadow down an alley off to Adrian's left. His breath caught in his throat as his hands reflexively sought to arm themselves. His heart quickened rapidly and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt of his rapier tightly. A cat stared back at him from atop a pile of refuse, absently licking it's paws of whatever it's previous meal has been likely. Adrian slowly let himself unwind and tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. He'd have to do something about the overwhelming paranoia gnawing at the back of his skull.