Tristan had already found a small area behind some trees to change clothes. When he emerged with his duffel bag around one shoulder he was wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and loose khaki shorts. As he walked back towards camp he was re-buckling the large hunting knife around his waist, the belt he wore was different, this one had an attached holster for his gun too. Tristan tossed his bag near the base of a bowed tree and plopped down with his back against the jagged trunk. He stretched for a second, formidable muscles expanding before he folded both arms behind his head and lapsed into a light slumber.