Gallagher

Gallagher's the name, I'm one of the local "Hounds" around here. Step into Penacony, the Land of Dreams, Nameless one.

Evenin'. Someone's been workin' hard. Fancy a drink?

Alright, grown-ups got jobs to do. Off you go, make the best of it.

Tie's all messed up, not that you'd notice. Around Penacony, no one gives a hoot what you're wearing. They don't even care if the person they're talking to is actually real.

"Bloodhound Family" doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. What do they call me? Lapdog? Can't say they're a talented bunch, but they sure do have sharp tongues.

All these years, and SoulGlad's flavor never changes... Ah, the magic of additives.

I love strolling the streets of Penacony, watching everyone here lost in their own daydreams... I've toyed with the idea of being an interstellar villain, creating chaos throughout the universe. Worst-case scenario would be a stint in the IPC's prison. Heh, that's an idea I'm still entertaining!

Making a drink is a sensory skill. In dreams, creating fizzy concoctions requires adding a bit of your mood. Heavier if you're troubled, a touch sweeter if you're in high spirits... It's not just about mixing beverages. It's about mixing the experiences of life.

Subpar beverages and desserts usually hide behind chocolate to cover up their inferior flavor, but they don't get past me... It's probably because I can't stand chocolate.

Among the five great families, the "Hounds" bear the responsibility of safeguarding the land. So... usually it falls to me to handle anyone who steps out of line. Come to think of it, it's much easier to make someone vanish than to make them materialize.

If you ever spot a crazed teapot, or a phone booth scuttling around, chances are you've bumped into one of the troublemakers from the "Dreamjolt Troupe." No cause for alarm, though — you won't die, just maybe lose a layer of skin.

Back when the stars were still connected, this world too saw the footprints of Nameless wanderers. Sadly, Penacony never managed to remember any of their names.

Misha is a sensible kid. Me? At his age I was just a little terror, biting everyone in sight.

He reminds me of the "Odes of Harmony," but I caught a whiff of something behind the facade he puts on... something real.

We've seen many outsiders come to Penacony, but locals leaving? That's rare... She must have had her reasons.

Careful, don't get too lost in those sweet dreams.

Intuition, instinct... training can sharpen them both.

Time is slipping away fast.

Need I say more? Muscle memory never lies.

Show me some of that Trailblazing strength again.

Enough gallivanting, kid. Better get to bed early, or you won't grow.

When I met Mikhail he was already grown up... but whatever the case, Misha's still here. He's spent his whole life with me, and for that, I should be glad.

No matter where I am in the future, I will definitely still hear your singing.

That's all you've got?

Decided to play your ace, huh?

So? In the mood for another beating?

You've arrived, eh? Step up, let's see you.

Gonna keep going? If not, I'll catch my breath for a while.

Let's kick things off with you.

It ain't over yet.

Time to mix things up.

How's this taste?

I like that confidence.

...It's nothing.

Life's like a good brew – full-bodied and sweet.

My friends, indulge yourselves!

If I could do it all again...

My mission isn't over...

Thanks, pal.

Watch yourself.

Everyone holding up okay?

Now this smells good.

Haha, finders keepers.

Life... is just so beautiful.

Life is just full of puzzles.

Who knew I'd be so good at this.

I'll be taking point.

If you're tired, just find a place to sit down for a while.