Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170617000931/@comment-5543592-20170619202907

Taeris was up at the crack of done again. He went running, did his exercises, practiced swordplay, then went to check his snares.

Meilir groaned, sitting up. A fierce pain sprouted in his back and he reached around to pick up a very sharp stone he'd slept on. He gave the rock a glare, before tossing it aside.

He frowned at the unfamiliar daylight surroundings, rubbing at his eyes. The woods, tightly packed trees, the nearby stream. What was he doing here again?