Coming off of the ferry, riding his faithful mount Telidar a massive creature of grey mottled fur, a dire beast that only those who have met and know him are comfortable with, on some level. Still concerned about the civil war that has begun, he made sure that Telidar was dressed in his barding, and that his own armor adorned him though hidden under his long dark cloak. Watching with wary eyes he travels a bit in the town tries to find something familiar from the years before the war changed everything. His bow remains close at hand as does his kukri sheathed across his chest in a black scabbard and the articulated gauntlet on his bow hand, designed to work as both quick release and dangerous weapon in closer quarters combat.<br/><br/>Not completely comfortable with the booming soldier town Galen heads back to the Ferry as the locals give his wolf a large berth as he looks about searching for a face and a name that he could match to it.