Garick caught the last of what the barkeep had to say as he slid onto a stood in front of the bar and gave Milo a perfunctory nod before turning back to the man behind the bar.

"You still looking for a sell sword? You wont find a finer one between here and Browndocks i can assure you that," he produced a flask of some sort and downed a significant amount of liquid from it before grimacing and replacing it in the bag at his side. "Well you won't find ones who's allegiance isn't owed to some other factions."

He looked from Milo to the Barkeep and back. "well?"