The smell of leather and the presence of divine duty and power set Garret at ease. He missed this feeling. Somewhere beyond his field of perception was a daring drunk of a god that wanted Garret to travel and do great things, drink in taverns, and protect travelers and the innocents from the horrors of the world.<br/><br/>"She said we had to find the one true believer", Garret said, his voice somehow a bit more filled with vigor. He looked the part of a warrior, but held himself in confidence, not arrogance. "We could try finding a more knowledgable person. A wizard, Oracle, or Diviner...unless you have some sort of of spell that will help us Emerald", Garret said noticing the sorceress and drow were quite friendly despite the genderswap.<br/><br/>Checking inventory was a good idea...though, He would at a later time. His weapons and pack were present, and that's all he'd need...for now. As it stood, he was heavily armed and a fairly sizable man. His manner of dress was of a man hunter. Even Orcs feared Inquisitors, though Garret would not broadcaste his station.<br/><br/>"Any ideas from you", he asked Max then turned to Mina," or you?" Garrett could pray for guideance, but he was fairly certain that would lead to him filling his tankard and taing things in stride. Such was the whims of the chaotic Good God of Adventure, Taverns, Wenching, and doing the "right thing".