In that one moment, he learned exactly who the Wizard was. This is someone who his father trusted, who his father died in support of. This is someone who, with a little charm, or even a little bending of the truth, could probably manipulate his grief, his hatred. And she isn't. So Garrot... smiles.
"That's it?" He leans back a bit, then throws himself forward into a crawl as he uses the bench pull himself up into an incredibly unsteady stand. Both hands might be clinging to the top of the bench for dear life. It's gotta be important if he's standing. "Are you only good at drinks, or can your magic put me to sleep?"
Is he... asking the Wizard for help?!
"If you can... do it." Even with the drugs, he's not sure he'd get any actual rest. "I'm sure Xaljim would appreciate a chance to relax and..." Garrot stops to take a breath. "...catch up with you." He sure as shit hasn't forgotten about his little buddy.
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"That's it?" He leans back a bit, then throws himself forward into a crawl as he uses the bench pull himself up into an incredibly unsteady stand. Both hands might be clinging to the top of the bench for dear life. It's gotta be important if he's standing. "Are you only good at drinks, or can your magic put me to sleep?"
Is he... asking the Wizard for help?!
"If you can... do it." Even with the drugs, he's not sure he'd get any actual rest. "I'm sure Xaljim would appreciate a chance to relax and..." Garrot stops to take a breath. "...catch up with you." He sure as shit hasn't forgotten about his little buddy.