The man's sleep was peppered with visions of being chased and hunted. Walls towered all around him, and when he awoke the next morning, Sholto still felt trapped. The blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon. Still half asleep, the blond man wriggled and struggled with the cloth until finally realizing that all he needed to do was to push them aside. Sweat trickled down Sholto's skin when he sat up and glanced at the cave walls. They were cool and rough to the touch. But somewhat was warm against his chest. A glance down reminded the wizard of everything that had happened the night before, and of his reluctant companion.