[b][u][center][color=forestgreen]Galen Derricson[/color][/center][/u][/b]

Gale stumbled forward a step when someone crashed into him, and he turned to see an apologizing Grendel behind him. He hid a wince, having entirely forgotten about the boy and that he likely hadn't been able to get out of the storm what with everyone who was awake focused on protecting their possessions, livestock, and crops rather than the homeless kid.

[color=forestgreen]"Don't worry about it,"[/color] he dismissed easily, after a night like the one Gren no doubt had, Galen could forgive something as minor as an accidental collision. He then gave the boy a speculative glance over, concluding he was probably hungry, and likely bored. [color=forestgreen]"Say, feel like scoring a meal?"[/color] If they left now they might be able to catch a few woodland critters just stumbling out of their homes after a long night sheltereing from the storm. Gren probably needed that food, but they could always sell the extra to the butcher's and make a bit of coin, splitting it between them.

Really he just wanted to get out of town, that feeling that something big was happening was still stirring cheerfully in his gut. They could invite a few others too, this soon after such a nasty storm the woods were likely quite full, enough to score a surplus if they were lucky. Much of the village seemed content with their lazy day or too busy repairing the storm damage to participate in a hunt however, so they'd have to go it alone or pick up those they felt they could convince to go. [color=forestgreen]"We could get a group hunt together, what do you think?"[/color]