There were a few things the ranger had been forced to learn early on in his life…one of which was to get used to sleeping on uncomfortable surfaces. Cold ground? Not a problem. A few branches up in a tree? Sure, why not? A ‘comfortable spot’ between a few jagged rocks? If there were no other options, then okay. So waking up on a cot and feeling like he’d just been sat on by a kodo was not something he’d been expecting.
Amorthon groaned as he cracked his eyes open, his whole form aching, but a majority of the pain focused in his left shoulder. ‘…What the hell did I do…? And why is it ALWAYS that shoulder?’ He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before attempting to sit up…immediately freezing and...