<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/02958c73-a083-4d4d-99ae-2a4ea5a76c9a_zps4d0a3f6b.jpg) (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/Garrett1_zpsce231e4c.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Garrett Wylder<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, Caligus Occisus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backstage<br/><br/>Garrett watched as Caligus stood and left, taking another bite of the still warm food from his plate. It wasn’t until he was gone that Garrett acknowledged Rybbon further. “Yes... More myself.” He looked back at her, smiling even more. “I know you’re worried about me. Don’t be.” He placed his plate aside again, just one bite had told him he really wasn’t getting more in before training began, a shame.<br/><br/>“I know how to deal with people like him.” As he spoke, he seemed to become more sober, more sane, perhaps, but it was gone a moment later, replaced by his usual grin. “We should go before we’re late, wouldn’t want to make the game makers grumpy. We might give them wrinkles.” He giggled, standing and looking in the direction of the elevators. He glanced back at her for a moment, hesitating, before moving towards it. It was time to meet the others, and while he didn’t fear them, it was a thought he didn’t much relish. He was far more used to being alone, and especially not with people that wanted him dead.