Quietly wondering what Stephan will manage to drag back to the adventure, Galen mentally shakes his head, careful not to show derision of his fellows. Perhaps the jongleur wold not bring back half the town in his pockets and packs... or perhaps he would do just that.<br/><br/>Glancing to Theia as she comments about acquiring food, "That is a good idea, I'll work to keep our food reserves up while we're in the wilds, long as you don't mind some roughage, lots of greens and berries." Though he found his eyes trailing after her gently swaying ass, graceful even there, just like elves he thought to himself.<br/><br/>"How about you Phoenix, got any supplies you need to grab before we make our way out of town?" he calls out to his one remaining companion, the lone mercenary woman clad still in her form fitting breastplate and explorer's riding leathers. Even as he awaited a reply he wondered if he was the only one who didn't need to grab a wagon of supplies yet.