Quindici [audio] [screened from Azula]
Alright-- [A pause. The sounds of the ocean is heard in the background; he's topside, and his voice is ever-so-slightly pained. A small croak echoes in the silence.]
I hereby declare myself the only royal-blooded member of this shit society.
...Garak, you're doing some repairwork for me.
[[ooc: After his falling out with Azula. If anyone wants to just happen across him sitting on a bench on the boardwalk, he's got the lower half of a sleeve burned off, his arm is wrapped in bandages, a bandage on his cheek, and a small portable frog tank with Mammon and Lussuria inside.]