"I've seen pictures," chimed the pegasus. "Two sticks support a rope that supports a cloth cover. Stakes hold it down." He began digging in the supplies sled, pulling out four metal poles; they almost looked like laddar poles if you squinted at them.

So, there were six of them; that meant three to a tent, which probably wouldn't be very comfortable. He paused, and amended that to three per tent, with one left over; couldn't forget about the ambassador. Maybe our sedimentary friend would be willing to play shade for me, he thought, crooking an eyebrow in amusement. Alternatively, they could disassemble one of the sleds and make a third make-shift tent.

Problem was, theory is often different from application. He had ample opportunity to ponder this as he stared at the rock. He tapped it idly, judging its size. If they strung two ropes over the top of it in a cross, perhaps they could make four smaller tents to fit their large group. But then they'd have to cut their cloth covers into something smaller.

With that in mind, he began looking at the supply sled to guesstimate how much cloth they had.