Tidelan's Campsite.
It was after noon when Tidelan arrived back at his old camping site. Upon his arrival, he was joined by three other figures. Two appeared to be dwarven, and another human.
Perhaps they had traveled together, or just congregated here at the moment. Regardless, introductions had been made between them, and they were seemingly all on the same page.
Tidelan circled his camp a few times, giving off an odd air... like one of a stalking predator waiting to pounce... or perhaps a domestic cat getting ready to lay down...
Regardless, after two circular motions around the uneven perimeter of the campsite, he seemed to drop the behavior and huffed.
He spoke up then, "I do not know where you many will choose to stay, but I want to move my camp more south. The beach is too far, here."
He seemed to think for a minute about his next words, and then spoke up with a bit of hesitance, "When I... did make... this camp, I was... fearing... or, no... I was... hardêgàñâ..." the genasi tried but couldn't find the word he was looking for without saying it in his native tongue.
He continued, unperturbed by his failure to arrive at a suitable word in the language of his traveling companions, "Now, I am more strong. So, I will leave the area of Smith's Gambit... If you many stay, I will be... near."
<Orange>Tidelan is moving his campsite out of the southern perimeter of Smith's Gambit, and onto the beach proper, leaving behind anything but sand and water (and possibly rocks, depending on the terrain of the shoreline, here)
Also, in case anyone cares, hardêgàñâ is pronounced (to the best of my knowledge on how to use IPA): χɑɾdigɑɲʌ (stress is even across the whole word)... the closest way i can think to write this in english would be "HARDeeGONEyuh" (capitalization marks real words).
Sorry, I geeked out here!