Just as Tristan was really beginning to lose his patience, there was a sudden burst of fire and a large portion of vines gave out. Standing in front of him were two strange creatures he'd never seen before. One was dinosaur-like, with red feathers, and the other was some kind of sheep.
"Ah, hello," he said, moving a few more vines out of their way and stepping aside, brushing his hands off. "No, sorry, I haven't seen any snails."
He glanced around the small clearing they were standing in. There were a lot of small, brightly colored creatures. Trying to find a snail here would be like...oh what was the saying. Pebble in a rock pile? Pamphlet in a library? Ah, well. It would be difficult.