[Satisfied that the beasts are suitably pacified, Galen turns to their quarry, half a grin on his face. He certainly looks like a Jedi, lightsabers clipped to his belt, and a familiar symbol adorning the clasp of his cloak, but there's something...rough about him. Like he's spent too much time on his own.]

You oughtta be more careful. For some reason, the creatures native to this place can smell a Foreigner like we've been sprayed down by a rutting Katarn.