Bearclaw Valley I roam these halls, search the night, in hopes that I might see

Before he knew it, his eyes were closed. They snapped open again at the sound of Merrick clearing his throat. Damnit!‌ Why was it so hard to keep them open?‌He half expected a reprimand for his weakness, but Merrick only said he would return later and lingered long enough for Aventus to offer a slow bob of his head.

Which sank then onto his legs, and within minutes he slipped into the peaceful waves of sleep, where darkness alone ruled.