Sim was bored. Everyone must have been bored, they had seen hide nor hair of any dangerous creatures. It was muddy and cold and it was putting him in a foul mood. He rolled his eyes at Gael and shone his torch in the same direction.

"It's probably just an owl like the other five times this has happened" he griped, though he was looking up into the trees overhead just incase. "No offense Professor Langley, but I thought we were going to be blasting monsters and running around getting decapitated, we haven't seen anything cool!"