The Glory Of All Our Problems

It had been a couple times that he had missed his turn over for patrols which he was quick and in a hurry to take care of when he woke up from his night of drinking. Which was every night though he kept it almost completely behind the closed doors of his room or out here on the raft. It was starting to become a problem mostly because it had become worse since joining The Hallows. The longer away he was from Azzie, the more his thoughts and emotions brewed down into his core. He was trying to fill something that was bottomless. And to him he didn't need or want help.

He had passed out on the raft that was beached, he made it that far at least. Perhaps just decided to close his eyes under the stars to the sound of the waves. Though, he couldn't really remember that. Every day moved together like a blur. He wasn't making the effort to get to know his pack mates and while he was mostly a hard working character, he was starting to drop out of his place. He thought highly of himself of course there were the emotions in the back of his head telling him otherwise but that's what the drink was for anyway. Everything was blank as he snoozed under the morning sun, sleeping away the responsibilities he seemingly forgot about.

"Balthier"