Gerim left a few days later, a pep in his step, an axe in his hands and a pocket full of coin. He had successfully kept every coin, not that anyone in the village would ever know. The sun was out, and only a few clouds could be seen as he set forth, back into the forest. Unlike before, Gerim didn't dally and made good headway down the rough trail. With time, the sun had begun to set, forcing Gerim to make a quick camp and settle down for the night.

He awoke but a few hours later. The rain was pouring down. Thunder darkened the sky, while lightning brought flashes of light. In short, utter chaos rolled around our Gerim. He went for his horse, but it was nowhere to be found. If I had to guess, it probably fled long before Gerim had awoken. Hence, our Gerim was left with no choice; he grabbed his pack and his axe. He had to find some shelter sturdier than his tent. 

There was a deafening crack to his right, and the ground shook beneath his feet. Gerim headed towards the sound. He had decided that he would take shelter in the tangled branches of the fallen tree. Its limbs would protect him should anymore fall. What a cold night our Gerim had with little to no shelter from the rain. Luckily, the storm broke mid-morning the next day.