Genthry nodded off when the lights dimmed, indicating the start of a sleep cycle. Dryath knew he should follow suit. Tomorrow would be full of excitement no matter what, even if everything Genthry promised came true, and Dryath would need all his wits about him. The only problem was sleep proved to be impossible.
Part of the issue was immobility. Dryath had been held immobile for over thirty-six hours now, and his body had too much energy for him to be able to sleep. The ancient vessel hadn’t come equipped with a brig, and Dryath would have been able to escape a brig anyway, so he had to stay bound.
The rest of his insomnia came from guilt. He should be fighting harder. To be sure, Genthry had bound him well. He knew how these restraints were supposed to work, and he had little doubt tha
