The sight of the skull drove most of the hunters into a stunned silence, Garret included. He remained quiet until Girien's hand crashed into his shoulder, the act nearly knocking him over. His chair wobbled, and he caught the side of the table to try and steady himself. "Goddamn, man. You gotta watch that arm," He grumbled in protest. The few moments he still had seated were spent rubbing at his shoulder, trying to ease the soreness that was left by the slap. And then, to his momentary surprise, he was plucked away and carried off.<br/><br/>"Oh, welp. Guess I'm going for a ride. See ya, nerds." Garret spoke in a deadpan to the other hunters, who were still all fawning over the skull, as he was manhandled by the giant. He soon found himself on the ground again, and he took a seat, leaning back in his chair and kicking a leg up onto the table. He nodded at Girien's heads-up. "Huh, that's pretty convenient. Saves us a hell of a lot of trouble," He answered. "Don't worry yourself, mate. Things are gonna go smooth. That monster of yours better be a damn good hunt, though."<br/><br/>And then, breaking their conversation, an unconventional air delivery came in. Garret furrowed his brow when he saw the box strike Girien's head, but remained seated. Silently, he waved at the courier, but otherwise stayed out of what he was sure was going to be an oncoming argument.