Standing at rest, Galen's eyes flickered back and forth between Sir Melbar and the others of his newly formed company of explorers. With an appraising eye turned towards all, he couldn't help but wonder if the rest could handle the stress and animalistic cries of the demons hunting. But that was no matter, these were the allies he was tasked with helping to explore the wilds, to find civilization's remnants if such were still alive. Rotating his shoulder slightly to relieve some tension in the shoulder, as his eyes tracked over Stephan the bard. A jongleur wasn't what he expected to have along, but they were useful for prying information from the towns in the far reaches, well known for their tight lips and reticent speech to outsiders. After a few moments with the bard, his eyes swept along the Phoenix's form, nearly a full foot shorter than himself, Galen almost caught himself doubting her abilities. Were it not for her form fitting breast plate's scars of use, he might well have continued into such a failure of judgement. She might well be one he would enjoy having at his back when the demons came, as they inevitably did. Looking over the other two the warder at the end of the list, he wasn't sure what to make of, but time would soon test her mettle.<br/><br/>Shaking himself out of his curiosity about the fellow explorers, Galen's focus returned to Sir Melbar as he prattled on about the rewards of returning with new wards. The real reward would be the people saved by the rewards, more lives that might one day see a world freed from the corelings. Though he would not complain about the power behind nobility and land ownership, the ability to make a real change in the lives of the people en mass.<br/><br/>Listening carefully for Sir Melbar's reply to Stephan's question, Galen couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was a counting of eggs before the night's rise.<br/><br/>