Garrick's eyes opened to the sounds of running feet and wyverns, not the particularly best way to wake up when ale sick and on a tree. The song of the wind blew over his face calmly in contrast to the sharp pain that racked through his head, though it was to be expected for sleeping in a tree, specifically one lacking soft bark. His head turned stiffly to see what appeared to be a naked girl of some sort and a dragon, he was not sure whether to be amused or terrified. "Well, that's not the most common sight to wake up to, note to self, sleeping in trees with a known population of drakes and wyverns, not the brightest idea." Deciding on a bit of both fear and amusement, he slowly tried to lift himself from the blackened bark, almost feeling agile until he felt himself having gone too far over to one side of the branch. Garrick fell several feet down to the ground with a small crash, the sharp pains of his previous night's drunkenness complimenting the new pain from hitting the ground in the worst way. He slowly pulled himself from the ground, about ten feet from the naked girl and dragon.