Garret walked around the campsite as if he didn't have a care in the world, but he was keeping a keen eye out for people of interest. It was difficult, not because the people were hiding something, but because there was quite a variety. Beorc, branded, and many more Laguz than he'd ever seen in one place, perhaps more than he'd ever seen in his lifetime. In the end though, that just made his job harder. He didn't know what to look for, what was a threat and what wasn't. Garret would do all he could but it seemed like he should be extra cautious.

Suddenly Garret heard something of a ruckus and turned to look at what had caused it. A man with a wyvern had appeared and was talking to the leader of the caravan. He couldn't help but frown and furrow his brow as he moved his hands toward his dagger as he watched. For Garret, wyvern riders were generally enemies. It wasn't as if there weren't wyvern riders outside of Daein but there was no nation with as many, so he couldn't help but be on edge whenever he saw one. Even so, it wasn't as if there was anything he could do from here, and it looked more or less like the caravan was on top of things. If the wyvern rider wasn't immediately attacked by the caravan guards then Garret would have to keep a close eye on them, but until then he had nothing to with the situation. With that in mind he promptly turned on his heel to go on his way, before being bumped very suddenly by something at around waist height.

He looked down and saw what appeared to be a child, uttering an apology before looking downwards. He followed her gaze and saw what appeared to be coloured balls of some sort. He bent down and scooped one up for inspection, blowing the dirt off the sticky orb to reveal...
[color=brown]"...Candy?"[/color] He muttered out loud.
Indeed, it wasn't something he saw often but it was unmistakably candy, a solidified sugar ball flavoured with honey. He had never had it in his childhood and he had never bought it himself because he'd been too old for it at that point. Well, actually, he had tried it once but it was too sweet for his liking. Children went crazy over it though, so evidently the being in front of him was indeed a child. Obviously, but he didn't know what to expect, nor what to do with the one in front of him, currently lamenting the loss of her sugary treats. He scratched his head for his moment but he was losing his patience. He had never liked children that much, and he wasn't used to dealing with them. Garret would have to get out of this situation quickly before he messed up. And he'd do it like he always did it, with condescending words and a warning.

[color=brown]"Oy, if you're really sorry 'bout bumping me then keep your head up."[/color] Garret grumbled, flicking the piece of candy he held to lightly tap the child on her forehead head.
He rose up and dusted himself off before giving girl another glance. He couldn't help but give an annoyed grunt at the tears streaming down the voice and opened his mouth once again to admonish the child.
[color=brown]"What're you crying for? Just give it a wash and the dirt comes right off. Nothing worth sobbing over."[/color] He said churlishly.
With that he whipped his cape around and began walking off into another direction, leaving nothing but a muttered "kids these days", just loud enough for the girl to hear.

As he walked away he tightened his grip on the sticky, round object he held in his hand before putting it in one of his clean pockets. He briefly wondered why he went to the trouble of taking one of the candies from under her nose, but he chalked it up to habit. It probably wouldn't help but it probably wouldn't hurt either. Besides, if the child noticed then she would get a small taste of reality, which would surely count as a service in the long run.
[color=brown]"Welcome to the real world, kid."[/color] He muttered as he walked away.