By now, Zel ought to have a pretty sweet setup by the lake at this point; a lawnchair would be nice. It could've enhanced the level of absolute acceptance of how stupid it was to be out there in the first place, at least, instead of him just lingering around his stuff like a weirdo.

With the new weirdo getting far too close to his things for his liking, Zel stepped around one of the bushes into plain view, looking barely interested with a side of none-too-pleased.

"Did you amble off without bothering to grab a map," he asked flatly, his arms folding. "Are you stupid?"