Carefully checking over his gear and the barding for both his warhorse and his ever faithful animal companion Telidar, Galen finds himself looking over his shoulder to the others in his party. A strange thing to see so many women in one place ready to head out to the wilds, let alone two attractive women. Looking from Theia the party's warder a slender elven woman, then back to Phoenix the mercenary fighter. Smiling a bit, he finds himself wondering if this will turn out the way that so many fantasize about, or if it will resemble the ending that so many journeys into the wilds end in, blood and death.<br/><br/>"Do any of you have any need for supplies before we leave, there's only a few hours left before sunset, and we'll need a decent campsite preferably an hour before the sun goes down, better to have time to prepare for a long night than make a mistake in the rush: he calls out to the rest of his group, hoping that anyone who has forgotten something will acquire it post haste.