After being pulled up, it took a short time for Garrick to regain his boundings. He assumed that he was not, in fact, dead, but that remained to be seen. It was upon noting that, beyond the fact that the wall he was braced against was fairly uncomfortable, the naga from earlier was doing something suicidal, that he stepped in their direction. Garrick unsheathed that rusty saber from his side, more as an idle gesture than an actual challenge to the man of quality fashion. "Now, les get to the part where yah start headin out, lad. Fucked up my plans for a shave, but all thins considered, it ain't that bad." Garrick said with some sort of drunken deadpan, noting that this was the sort of thing that gets people killed. "You've gone and dehomed the source of political bickerin, good on ya. Now, let's not go the route of the general tyrant, and leave the random slaughterin til later, preferably with less of them explosions that wipe out perfectly useful barbers."