Gareth followed Quentin quietly, eating his meal in a silence that would have been undisturbed if it hadn't been for Quentin's next conjectures. If Gareth had grimaced before, he looked positively sullen now. He hated camping, and he certainly wasn't keen on getting lost in a cave. Sure, he was a reporter, but he had taken the job to bully people and feel a sense of power, not to have adventures. "Are you sure that's a good idea, sir," he said, trying to sound neutral. "It's freezing at night."