[His voice is barely a ghost of a whisper as he's led -with others never so far away and at least one or two steps being more of a stumble- in the direction of one of the free rooms within the observatory.]
-to myzelf.
[For the most part, though he still smells it, the slurring from drink is mostly replaced by something else; a kind of soul-tiredness which leans towards drawn-out exhaustion by the time they've reached the sanctuary.
He does nearly slump to the side, though, as the room spins around once his balance is shifted and he's sat on the edge of one of the beds.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
[His voice is barely a ghost of a whisper as he's led -with others never so far away and at least one or two steps being more of a stumble- in the direction of one of the free rooms within the observatory.]
-to myzelf.
[For the most part, though he still smells it, the slurring from drink is mostly replaced by something else; a kind of soul-tiredness which leans towards drawn-out exhaustion by the time they've reached the sanctuary.
He does nearly slump to the side, though, as the room spins around once his balance is shifted and he's sat on the edge of one of the beds.]
Just a fool.