“Captain.”
Jadyn loosed a groan, rolling onto his back as the unwelcome interruption roused him from slumber. The couch he’d claimed—a fabulously lumpy and uncomfortable device, not that he’d been conscious long enough to care—now felt soft, warm, and welcoming. Amazing what a good night’s sleep could do.
Curiously new and different dreams had occupied his night, displacing the usual fare. From the more mundane nightmares of a thousand corpses animating themselves on the J’Ruhn and lurching about the corridors to the rather unique exploration of a gigantically exaggerated version of Terac Lun in search of a single blade of real grass, he was certain nearly all imaginary venues had been covered in some way.