Garrick cared little for the high lord's games, but even a drunk such as he could see that something in the city was wrong. Extremism had never been his fine point, but he knew that for change to happen, such things were necessary. "The lad has a point, if not a bloody one, can't say I've seen much of worth in a city made for hope. Thin's like this isn't much unnatural." Garrick would say as his eyes passed over the crowd, blade held readily in hand to turn either way, given the circumstances. A game was being played here, and sir sword-is-black has the best pieces. "Who's I to say what is what here, but I thinks he's got the right of it."