Matt was at The Vault more as a lurker than anything. The crowd of determined drinkers from Flotsam had seen to it the place truly never was silent, and the night before it had been difficult even for him to make out the sound of the explosions overhead. The air was hot and clammy from overcrowding, and eventually Matt disappeared through a portal to get away from the overwhelming stimulation.
He returns the next morning, mistaking the lower volume and sound of people snoring as an all clear, only to find out he miscalculated when he passes near Tau, hard at work on his hangover cure. Matt's face scrunches immediately and he tries to breath through his mouth, but it's too late.
Tau will hear someone coughing and heaving from nearby- perhaps one of the many waking up hungover and sick. A human man in a black hooded cloak, hunched over holding his stomach and another hand clamped over his mouth. He turns his head frantically, searching for something resembling a bucket or bowl he can use if he can't tame his nausea. The halls of The Vault are perfect for navigating with sound with their hard smoothed out walls, but nothing obvious to use is close enough for him to make out its shape.
II cw: nausea, vomiting
He returns the next morning, mistaking the lower volume and sound of people snoring as an all clear, only to find out he miscalculated when he passes near Tau, hard at work on his hangover cure. Matt's face scrunches immediately and he tries to breath through his mouth, but it's too late.
Tau will hear someone coughing and heaving from nearby- perhaps one of the many waking up hungover and sick. A human man in a black hooded cloak, hunched over holding his stomach and another hand clamped over his mouth. He turns his head frantically, searching for something resembling a bucket or bowl he can use if he can't tame his nausea. The halls of The Vault are perfect for navigating with sound with their hard smoothed out walls, but nothing obvious to use is close enough for him to make out its shape.