[OOM] Post-nightmares.

Atton is stumbling down the hallway, dragging one leg behind him. He's wearing his sleep clothes, which pretty much consist of a pair of wool trousers, and he's covered in soil. Blood, too, as he seems to be have gashes on practically every part of his body, and the two have mixed together to form some sort of brownish-red paste that masks the wounds and bruises below.

He's not entirely certain where he's heading. It's not down to the bar, but he forgot the actual destination some time back.