@IceQueen A daring safari leader leads a troop of some half a dozen would-be adventurers (more actually tourists) deeper and deeper into "uncharted" forest. He told them it was uncharted, when really it was only a few miles outside of town on foot. But after hours of trekking on foot, they couldn't be assed to tell apart the difference. "Hey, you said there was gonna be giant snakes out here, right?" A middle-aged man in the ghastliest-looking Hawaiian shirt, was scanning the foliage with his eyes. A woman by his side batted at some flies, much too overdressed for the occasion. "Ugh, the spray doesn't work on these pests..." The leader had a chiselled expression and wore a grizzled beard. He looked the sort that had wrestled with all kinds of apex predators. And yet, there was a glean of excitement in his eyes as he set a pace the rest of them struggled to follow. "'Course there'll be giant snakes! It said so on the brochure, yah? Winston von Ivy leaves no promise unfulfilled and wanting!" He declared. A bit too loudly. It scared off some birds from the trees, and was loud enough to be heard from distance away. He glanced up, smirking. "Ah, clearing the way! Thanks friends!" He charged forward. They were still some ways off from their destination.