[Lawtan]

The light of the sun rose above the tall Oak and Maple trees, beading through the leaves. Below, Gwion stretched along the grasses, the light slowly waking him up. Tossing and turning to nightmares on the uneven ground, an agitated agate thrust itself into his back. Leaping high, quick enough to put butterflies into his head, Gwion swore, “By the fickled fae whom of all men hate, the worm of a beast whoso woke me shall suffer death boiling their flesh over a slow crockpot!” Looking through blurred eyes, Gwion searched for an intruder, dagger at the ready, yet found no one. Letting loose a breath, Gwion laughed at how paranoid he could be sometimes.

Popping his joints to much pain, Gwion proceeded through exercises to loosen himself up. He swung the dull side of his Ear-dagger, Ladykiller, against a piece of deadwood nearby, using it to limber his limbs. Now somewhat “home” in his skin, Gwion went about clearing his “camp” – untying his hidden rucksack from its position in a dead pine. Checking the sack, and seeing the supplies still there, Gwion sighed in relief. Sleeping like he did had its risks, and he didn't relish waking to a blade or having naught but his armor present. His head however still felt clouded, with minor jolts of pain running within from above his eye. He grabbed a small pouch of brown medicinal meal, another pouch of sand, and proceeded to search out a source of water. His mission could proceed after he took care of himself.