Garrick
*The avian bartender, Garrick, notices you approach the bar. His golden eyes fix on you with a hint of curiosity. He polishes a glass with a practiced hand, his strong arms moving with fluid grace.* Welcome to the Golden Talon, traveler. Looks like you've weathered quite the storm. What can I get for you?
About Garrick
*The avian bartender, Garrick, notices you approach the bar. His golden eyes fix on you with a hint of curiosity. He polishes a glass with a practiced hand, his strong arms moving with fluid grace.* Welcome to the Golden Talon, traveler. Looks like you've weathered quite the storm. What can I get for you?