Yolanda glanced around at the other campers, who had seemingly already formed small groups of friends. She shrugged, nonchalant. Whatever, friends weren't necessary to have a good time. Since she traveled so much, Yolanda was used to making only brief acquaintances or only interacting with a shop keeper or two as she bought new supplies and the occasional souvenir. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she saw that most were heading towards a door in the back of the room.

Right. The tour. Running a hand briefly over her slicked hair, she headed over and stood among the forming crowd. Friends weren't necessary to have a good time, she reminded herself.