Rincewind shrugs and walks over to the rock. He hesitates for just a moment, then turns over a largish rock. No jam sandwich, but there is an empty crisp packet. He picks it up, disappointed. Under that though, is a small white rock. Rincewind picks that up as well.
"I just try to keep my head down," Rincewind says tiredly. "Trouble keeps finding me. I think I have a target on my back or something."
Rincewind (naturally) doesn't notice he has his hat back. He gives a grimace of a smile at the applause, and a bigger one when he hears he's got to go through again. Trying not to look at the carving (just in case) he decides on the yellow line this time.
Sorry about yesterday. We went to Zanesville, and when we got back, I was too tired to type.