Companions, Allies, or Enemies?

Garradin returns from his meeting with the Mayor and Sheriff of Sandpoint filled with doubts and worries about his new "companions" and contemplates leaving them behind.  

"Magnimar was easier to navigate than this twice damned situation!"

Garradin had decided to take the long way back to the Rusty Dragon Inn so that he could think about his current situation and the people he shared it with.  The meeting with the Mayor and Sheriff had gone relatively smooth even though the rest of his companions had not even thought to attend.  Now he had to convince them that "playing sheriff" was a good idea.  Garradin sighed and tried to remember how he had first met Skender, Craylin, and Aras.

"Skender was at the mage tower where I was a slave.  Craylin was just always around Skender and they both knew Aras somehow."  Garradin rubbed a hand through his hair and began a second trip around the small city still avoiding the Inn.

"So we are all here for the same reason but what is keeping us together?  It's obvious that Aras doesn't trust us or even care to be associated with us.  Well that may not be true his eyes obviously lit up at the mention of starting a "shop" here in Sandpoint."  Garradin thought to himself

Garradin sighed once more.

"Why do I find it so hard to leave them?  They care nothing for me, my god, hell even my opinion.  They ask me to do the talking and then glare when I do it.  On top of that they refuse to even get together and work on a story that sounds plausible and we can all remember.  So why do I remain?  Why do I even continue to try and care?"  Garradin looked around his eyes taking in everything and nothing as his worries continued to dominate his attentions.

Garradin found himself in front of the Inn all to soon for his liking.  He was still unsure of his role in this new situation and if he was even required to stay.  But still perhaps he could do some good for his companions.  Craylin needed a friend other than his brother and his influence.  Skender needed someone to remind him that even as a mage he was not all powerful and that an ally was not always a bad thing.  Especially when they could heal his wounds.  Aras needed him the least but perhaps he would someday.  Garradin dragged his thoughts back to a workable level and entered the Inn.

Upon entering the Inn a small halfling serving wench from the night before left Craylin's side and began walking quickly toward Garradin.  It was obvious that Craylin had tried to help her with her request but was unable.  The halfling looking practically sick with worry.

"Now what?"