Emrys slept as he always did in the Dark World- on the open ground, lay on the grass, looking up at the stars. He didn’t have any equipment with him, only his club, so it wasn’t as though he could make camp. He had to bear the rain and the wind. During his first few nights he had attempted to find shelter in the boughs of the forest trees but had quickly learned his lesson. Some of the trees could open their bark like a great maw, and he had awoken one night to find branches pushing down on his shoulders. He had almost been swallowed, and he’d had to make sure of a blood rage to get the strength to tear the branches into splinters.
No, sleeping on the open grass was the safest way of resting. He grew used to being constantly soaked to his skin. He grew used to the constant aching in his b
