Tristan had arrived inside of a small room, that seemed to be some kind of baby nursery. It was a weird thought, and fact that of all things they'd have a nursery inside it. Oh well, more fun for me I guess! Tristan thought with a small hint of annoyance inside his head, the tribute had no idea of what the main idea of this area was. Was it a mutt ground where mutts were planted easily? He didn't know, none of the other tributes did either. So, he decided this place was safe enough for a small camp for the time. He walked around the room for a little bit, trying to keep himself occupied.