Feeling someone pulling at him, he looked down and rose an eyebrow when he saw the obviously peeved young girl pulling at his sleeve. He might not know much German, just enough to ask for directions or threaten someone, but he could sense how irritable she is in her tone, as she all but grumbled her directions. What really got him though was that she knew who he was looking for.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell?</span>Before he could question her, she was already leaving, practically radiating irritation.<span style="font-style: italic">Odd.</span>Walking into the bar, he headed for the nearest table, which happened to be where Garret was a little bit ago. "Hey, do you know where I can find a guy named Garret?" He asked.<br/>"Yeah, that's him over there," a guy replied, pointing over at the talking duo.<br/>Looking over at them, his visible eye twitched a little. At the sight of Girien, the person who asked him to delivery the package, talking to Garret, the person it is for. Glaring, he put down the bag to pull out a package. Returning the bag to it's 'slung over shoulder' position, he pulled his arm back in front of his chest. To the shock of some patrons who were watching, he threw it like a frisbee. At Girien's head. After that, he started walking up to them, annoyance in his eye. "Dammit, if you were just going to meet up with him anyway, what was the point of making me deliver it?" He questioned. "Making me waste time I could have used to deliver for people who can't travel from town to town."