Garrick sat at a table by himself, watching his fellow recruits engage in merriment as he emptied another flagon. He had never been one to share stories of his past, as there was honestly not much to say about it. Joining his fellow recruits in soldier-hood was one of the few pride filled moments in his life he had cared to remember. "Good drink, great friends, and a whole lot of blood. I do not understand why more people join to protect there fellows."