Garrick takes hold of the drink, observing the surroundings once more with a sharp glance before returning his eyes to the woman. "World's full'o shames, 'is that which defines us." Admiration, an amusing thought if there was one, yet she made a fine point. It wasn't the one she intended, surely, but it stands that cleaning himself up a bit might be beneficial, if only for lack of situations where not scaring possible employers away with the scruffiness of him was a bad thing. Emptying the drink that the naga has brought with some haste, Garrick placed a fairly large amount of coin on the bar, more than the drink was worth thrice over. "If not for the drink, then for the story." Garrick would say with the general drunken cheer, returning his feet to the tavern's floor as he began to stretch. "'For I go, miss, do you's know where a man can get a shave'n a wash? I am gettin a bit on the scruffy side."