[center][b][u][h1][color=00a651]Oliver Thurston[/color][/h1][/u][/b][/center]

[center] In the day before? Maybe of, alcohol allows those to lose track[/center]

Vision was somewhat gone, he stared through a broken telescope as one of his underlings had decided to fall upon it the night previously, when they had all gotten drunk outside of some god forsaken neighborhood he was supposed to go to. He had his thing for a long journey out, but it was obnoxious listening to the people of sanctuary. His band could keep him safe, and if he needed to he could finish a fight quickly, but he'd rather not waste his drunkenness on some thief, and then the eventual explaining of why there is a dead person electrocuted beside him, and his gloves are burnt. 

The pomp and pagentry of the higher neighborhoods of the capital wasn't the same here, his home was some diluted figurement as he slowly turned the dial, and he looked through the glass, wincing at the the stars as there was a crack on the right side of the last pane. Something to fix but not until later. He looked at the other drunkards, and the few who were sobor that were meant to keep track, and then bring any equipment home should he continue further without the others. Which he said he might have to do, so he brought a few he trusted. He would write in his little booklet before belching, receiving a small applause from the drunkards in his merry band of intellectuals that were not passed out on the ground or in a tent. 

"Sir, I know the is a crack, but do you really have to be so crude whenever you do your work?" asked  a relatively short man, some form of hairless dwarf or gnome, "after alll you look like an ass sitting on that fat fellow." 

Oliver, whom had forgotten the name of his stunted friend, had forgotten where he was sitting, on the stomach of some bulbous man , and he slowly rolled off, notebook in hand as he started to crawl inch by drunken inch to escape the judgement of the wee fellow. Though his escape was foiled by some legs that stood in front of him, and he slowly slunk his knees to his chest like a worm before balancing himself to a standing position. 

"I know, but I would rather be intoxicated for if I am write when intoxicated, it will be easier to prove my words when sobor! It is more likely that we need to find our route through the stars should we wish to understand the nature of the world around us. Every small detail makes the sciences improve, we can understand the cycles of women through the stars, there are so many things exclaimed through the stars that we don't know. Did you know some crystals improve health, and host a wealth of knowledge inside of them."

"I know, I listen to your ramblings, and lectures at home sir."

"Of course you do, but that's why we all enjoy yoy..." Oliver was lost for a name once again, "Ah yes, I bet we can fine a cure for all diseases, honestly I believe asbestos would be the best choice for this. IT is a cure all I would have all believe, it has so many purposes in this world. I know plants have plenty of medicinal purposes, as well as the livers of cows. There is so much this world offers to us that we haven't explored. Now... My stunted friend."

"Yes my emotionally stunted caretaker?" replied the short man.

"The stars, yes, look." Oliver pointed to the stars, "close your eyes and image."

Oliver's head looked down at the mans as he would wait until they were closed, and then he wandered off, and out of camp, he was quiet, butt he smiled up at the stars, as he touched the metal plates that made his armor, and let them swirl around him as he kept the bottom parts of his boots unlinked and unmelded so he could be quiet. 

He slowly snuck out, and then found himself a small spot closer to sancutary before he would plant himself in the grass, and stare up at the sky. His eyes imagining the beauty of worlds beyond, there was so much to understand, from the waves, to women. He had brewed beer, and do so much for the name of science, but he was no where near done. He wished he could, but there were problems more close ot home that he knew he was tasked with finishing, and completing. He knew others had tried in the past and are likely still looking for cures. He had his own methods, but for the most part, he had his own alchemy, and fellow scholars, intelligent fellows all, but he had his mentionings of it. 

This however, this peace would be disrupted by some woman exiting a building near him, oh it was an elf of some kind, a beautiful one. What day was it, was it the right day, "My lord, I did not know they had women this beautiful down here, if I wasn't staring at the stars so long I would have seen that there is a moon just as beautiful down here!" the drunken man would retort seeing the woman, as if his sense of hyperfixated drunkness had lured his eyes towards any motion like some form of dinosaur. 

He would however, as he turned rather quickly spin himself around to falling back again on the ground face first, and squirming in the smell of intoxicants lubricated his breath.