Atlas Silver reeked of cheap booze. This, combined with the considerable amount of filthy, stinking mud that clung to what seemed to be his entire being created a most unappealing figure. This was a fact that the unfortunate guardsman Atlas was leaning on was painfully aware of.
"Move on, citizen!" the guard tried, attempting to shake the drunken man off his shoulder. This was not his first attempt. "This is a restricted area."
"Look here Billy, yer name is Billy right? Well, I'm gonna call ya Billy," Atlas slurred. "I'm just here to see the thing, ya know?"
The newly dubbed Billy finally succeeded in knocking the drunk off his shoulder and stumbling away. "Sir, this temple is under the guard of the Royal Voy Military. I will ask you again, please move on."
"There's normally mo' of ya
