Rein had discovered when he first came here that though the dreams could and did change, the setting stayed the same. It was always this unforgiving landscape of rugged, rocky precipices and deep ravines, where the sky, even when it wasn't storming, stayed a dreary gray because there was no sun, moon, or stars.
The shelter he led Sin to was one of a handful of places he'd stashed weapons and supplies. That way, no matter where he might open his eyes and find himself in the limited geographic area that made up what he thought of as the "dream lands," and no matter what horror Moh'dredion chose for him to face, he was usually close enough to one of his stashes to get to it if he found himself unarmed.
Which was frequently.
Moh'dredion didn't want him to depend on physical arms, he want
