Garrick turned to the new voice with amusement, looking over the apparently well armed woman....thing, noting that the broadsword marked her as stronger than she looked, though maybe not as clearly as him. Garrick was a bear of a man, dark brown hair growing to a medium height before being roughly cut, with a gruff beard covering his lower face. His eyes were...interesting, one being a deep blue while the other looked similar to ice. He wore a clearly make-shift attire of iron, steel, mail, and leather patched together here and there, it was the attire of a sell-sword, and though he was quite muscled and tall, the man only carried a clearly well cared for longsword. "Did I read something wrong about the area, or does the consistent amount of animal women cease at some point?"