Keese, mostly, and rats. As the pool of light from the torch approaches, the keese scatter, flying towards them and becoming easy prey for Sheik's throwing needles. Once, one gets past and flies straight for Jamie's face; it finds itself blocked by a wall of solid shadow and falls, dead, to the ground.

"This is too easy," Sheik murmurs as they reach a twisted spire of rock that signifies the approximate half-way mark, "These are hardly an obstacle. What sort of a nightmare is this?"

Quite possibly, he's jinxed it now.