[Eustace is taking particular care as he traverses through this area, noting the dimly lit lanterns. It's definitely a prime area for anyone to be caught under this "depressing" snow. He can only breathe a little more light into those lanterns, enough to help stave off the effects off himself.
At first he thought he sensed movement, and his ears pick up the faint voice. Eyes narrowing, he lengthens his stride and heads to the direction to find what looks to be a young man lying on the street. Given by the amount of snow, he's been out here for some time, but not too long.
Boots crunch against the snow as he crouches down, a hand first checking his vitals before there's a firm grip on Alm's shoulder.]
Hey.
[Pleasant dream or not, this is not the place to have it. With a rough, hard shake, Eustace tries to rouse him through both his voice and his actions—but mostly actions. He's found that to be the most effective.]
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At first he thought he sensed movement, and his ears pick up the faint voice. Eyes narrowing, he lengthens his stride and heads to the direction to find what looks to be a young man lying on the street. Given by the amount of snow, he's been out here for some time, but not too long.
Boots crunch against the snow as he crouches down, a hand first checking his vitals before there's a firm grip on Alm's shoulder.]
Hey.
[Pleasant dream or not, this is not the place to have it. With a rough, hard shake, Eustace tries to rouse him through both his voice and his actions—but mostly actions. He's found that to be the most effective.]
Unless you want to freeze to death, get up.