To be fair, this was not particularly aggravating. He did, after all, have nowhere he needed to be and was merely taking in the sights of the festival so he could find his way later. His goal was to find landmarks, such as the lake he saw from the sky, the forest, the duelling rings, and melee stadium, tall wooden constructions he could vaguely make out past the tent tops. Once he found roughly where they were in relation to each other, he was confident he could make a rough mental map from wherever he managed to pitch a tent. He lost Crimson somewhere along the way. She said she wanted to go off and see if she could find a plot for Handy’s own tent after he mentioned what he was doing.