"Mmn," he shakes his head, waving a hand. "No plans. It's more fun when we figure the rules out together." He smirks over at them, raising an eyebrow. He really wonders what they're expecting out of this. He supposes he'll find out soon enough.

Which is to say, they crest a slight incline, and suddenly there's a camp! It's taking up a little clearing in the trees and it's extremely nicely kept even at first glance. There's a fire pit dug into the ground, and lined with rows of gently polished rocks. Off to the side, there's a canvas tent that's just barely big enough for a Gyre-sized bedroll and his emptied backpack. It's been zipped shut except for a little space left at the top. There's a little pile of chopped wood beside the tent. Across from the fire, there's a rack set up with three cleaned rabbit? skins hung on a pole to dry.

Gyre immediately moves a little quicker, letting go of Zafika's hand as he heads into camp. He moves a couple of the smaller rocks, and pulls out a wooden box, taking the top off and taking out a pack of matches. The pack has the logo of an Amarosian bar called The Waystation on it, and he flips it open. He's going to get a fire started immediately here.

"Uh, do you want a tour or anything?" he asks, and he's mostly joking. There isn't anything else but this for him.