[He'll give him this much. Drunk as he is, the guy can focus if he's given exactly one task to think about. Which, to be fair, is probably the best thing for them right now. Not like it's going to be wise to make him do anything overly complicated.

That kind of hilarity is best saved for when the drunk person is more aware of what is going on honestly.]

Alright slow to stop here. You'll feel a corner. That's where you want to turn. Stop there so I can tell you where to stand.

[Bull waits until the guy does what he's told.]

Two steps to your left. Okay, one forward. Stop there. That way you're facing? Only face that way.

[Because narrow path with slime on either side to fall into? Yep. Better off just walking a straight line. Leaving his area, he heads down to the end and calls out to him.]

Alright. Walk to me! I'm right here in front of you!