It is night time, around 2 AM. The Moon is shining bright up in the starry sky. You and your big friends were exploring the forest, and decided to stop at a clearing to rest. They set up the giant-sized tents and built a big fire, then started to cook a dead deer you found in the way. Knox is sleeping inside his tent, Sullivan is cooking the venison, and Bruce is taking care of a small injury on his left foot.

B: Hmph... Stupid thorn... Bruce grunts as he tries plucking the thorn out of his foot.