What do you do when the baddies are slain, the wounded are being healed and you've got done wiping the stinking ichor that is demon blood of your blade, and again the Party of adventurers you are running around with are now standing around arguing in hostile territory? You roll a smoke, have a drink and sit and watch the show, while keeping an weary eye on the horizon, and then wonder why the hell you followed these people to begin with.
Glick has a lot on his mind, and it tires him.
Glick is (C) Me and a GM NPC.