(My apologies, internet issues and such.)<br/><br/>Garrick shook his head with some sort of distaste at the pleasantries exchanged, having never been one for sugared words. Yet there was certainly oppurtunity to be had from discontent between nobles, especially the ambitious sort. "Queen who's a bitch, with more's that hate her company. Queenslaying's messy business, no doubt  there, but there's coin to be had here." Garrick pondered to himself, drunken whispers and all. "Might's be a bit, what's them fancy folk call it, awkward, if I went up and offered regicide, even's for the angry ones. Drinks first, coins later."<br/><br/>With that, Garrick entered bar, unnecessarily sober in his opinion. Sitting down at the bar, he ordered, in his exact words, "the cheapest drink that'll get me drunk quick, two of 'em for good measure."