[Carlisle, unfortunately, does not wake from such a gentle jostling. In doubly unfortunate news, he barely appears alive at all: his eyes are cracked open, the glow beneath his lids dim; he doesn't seem to be breathing, and if one listens for a heartbeat, they won't find one unless they're imagining it.
As for what happened, there are a few signs: on his desk is a mug of gold-colored tea, and beneath it, a glyph scrawled onto a piece of paper. Several papers with similar glyphs litter one of the other desks in the room -- this has been a project of his, one he's been working on for a while. His bed is unfolded, as though he were preparing to take a nap and simply didn't get there before completely passing out.]
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As for what happened, there are a few signs: on his desk is a mug of gold-colored tea, and beneath it, a glyph scrawled onto a piece of paper. Several papers with similar glyphs litter one of the other desks in the room -- this has been a project of his, one he's been working on for a while. His bed is unfolded, as though he were preparing to take a nap and simply didn't get there before completely passing out.]