Garren was toying with his Knochenbrecher when the new seekers came into view, to which he quickly pulled the flail's chain bolt back into place with an audible click and holstered the transforming mace on his belt as he stood to meet his new compatriots. However, what Garren saw was... well, not exactly what he had been expecting. For one thing, there was a very large bear in the group - to which the big red woman paled in comparison, at least in Garren's mind. He'd seen many strange things throughout his time in the arenas of Sirrendyl, but to see a bear so tame as to walk among the civilized races as if it were one itself? That was something new.
Garren looked over the rest of the group as they proceeded into the cave, his wandering eyes obscured by the visor of his helm and aided in concealment by the ongoing battle between the flickering light of the torches and the surrounding darkness. Normally Garren would be busy making light conversation with the members of his party, but he was overcome with uncertainty and worry once more - something which he had managed to avoid quite well since the day he first arrived here. But now the worry came flooding back, and Garren found himself helpless to resist. How tha hell's a group like this supposed to work together? He thought to himself as they had all proceeded deeper into the darkness. It's true, I've notta reason to underestimate them, and all the need in the world to be able to trust in them... but I can't help still feel... hopeless. How can anyone but that barbarian trust that big bear, or... how can any one of us trust that creep with the dark... well... dark everythin'? He questioned himself as his eyes traveled over the new seekers until finally resting on a path that diverged from their own. Especially if he hides his face beneath that... hood. His mind continued as his body suddenly came to a halt.
Well... by that line of thinkin'... how can they trust me? Of course, it's always safer when I'm the one not trustin' them. But if they don't trust me... doesn't do me much good, does it? The ex-gladiator's mind raced further down the rabbit-hole as he stared down the divergent tunnel at the dimly flickering torches within. He found it oddly hypnotizing, and soon he found his mind chasing other, darker thoughts...
That is, until he realized how quiet it had become. With a quick look around Garren came to realize he'd spent more time than he realized just sitting there thinking. Damn it... what's wrong with me? Get it together, man! He began as he took off with a light jog to rejoin his allies, his armor clanking all the way.