A long road.

[Eban]

His mind was in a fog, left restlessly laying atop his bed, wrestling with the ware of this recent sleepless binge. Things were so very different for him now, the sights, the sounds, to be honest he had almost forgotten what pain felt like. Now... everything was rushing back; emotions tussling with addiction, left both mind and body in a place that was once thought of as temporary, at best.

Once, during the night, he even tried to convince himself that the doctors were plotting against him, and that his "substances" were not to blame for recent problems; having already made one mistake with his case, it was a simple sell. He sat up from the bed reaching for the unlit candle on the vanity, and was greeted with the sound of metal on stone. It was typical really; in the darkness, he knocked over the light. Had his herbs not been upstairs, behind the locks hidden somewhere in the shadow, the past few weeks with the monks (or "monkehs") would have counted for nothing.

He took a small sip from his flask before laying back down.All and all, quitting his recreational drugs seemed like the best option, let alone the fact that it kept him from losing his mind. It had to be daylight soon, outside he could hear the song of a few stray ravens. He settled back atop his covers, slinging a forearm over his eyes. At this point, he could either get to his office early, and work on the patrol schedules, or waste half the day. It reminded him of something a very wise man told him, "The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese." Well.. with a safety buzz from the few sips of whiskey, and seventy two hours catching up to him, he finally closed his eyes and drifted towards sleep. Its going to be a long couple weeks.