[It'll doubtlessly happen again, since Clear doesn't seem to mind it.]

I think that was before me. Which is great, since that sounds pretty terrible.

The monsters that showed up in the arena with me were these freaky transparent things that didn't like light or fire.

[He'd gotten really lucky in that, because he'd had a lighter with him and, after the wendigos, fire was his go-to for monsters. It hadn't hurt them, but it had kept them back enough that in combination with Bob's shooting they'd managed to get out of the arena.]