Garrick began work on his second drink with enthusiasm as his eyes lingered about the tavern, his survey coming over the seemingly nervous fellow in the white attire. Nervous made for great coin, as Garrick had come to learn in his unnecessarily long career as a sword for hire, the jumpiest folks always loved the sounds of steel, made it so much easier to open their throat for the right coin. Whatever the man was thinking, Garrick couldn't just walk over and say hello, that wasn't how you dealt with this sort. As he took a large gulp from the drink, he simply left his eyes upon the man, noting that the hooded man's gaze would eventually reach his. "So, barkeep, any particular troubles in this here town, beyonds the bitch queen them's folk were scrabblin about?"