A beautiful golden hand-harp hangs from this man's hip. He wears the mask of youth, likely not far past his twentieth year, and with it the exuberant, easy grin of a man who embraces life in every opportunity it offers.

A comely and graceful youth, Garrick's strength is hidden in the wiry sinew that coats his fleshy, well-proportioned physique. His clothing is simple and practical, though ever-possessed with a fashionable bardic flair.

He has a rogue's sense of danger and excitement, though there is undoubtedly more solid ground buried somewhere beneath his whimsy and joi de vivre. He has a noble bearing that he can't quite shake, no matter how scungy or rowdy the tavern that houses his considerable talents may be.

A thin white-gold chain hangs around his neck, its pendant usually buried beneath his clothing -- but when visible, the ruby hair and striking pale visage of Sune are depicted thereupon.