sketch

The traveling artist had hailed Benjenn a number of times and finally, he succumbed to their requests. "20 silver and thirty minutes of your time!" They kept on hollering.

In the end, 20 silver turned out to be a steal, Benjenn thought. Although, the thirty minutes turned out to be a falsehood... He fixed it to the inside cover of his journal for safekeeping.

A sketch of Tan the man (Tannos). A friend from the Company of the East Road.

A sketch of the Company Commander, Altheric.

(Figured I would show the full version and the close up, without flooding the Archives.)

Daphne can never quite read Deorla, but she knows she would make a formidable enemy and is glad she doesn't have to cross her.

Daphne had been working on a sketch of Amaken and one of his horses before the wedding. Now that it was finished, she felt it might be a good gift to Anastasiar, his wife and her best friend.

Kulm Frohnau rejects a woman who loves him because of his illness.

I wanted to do a little digital piece of Sarnai's nice outfit, which, if I recall correctly, was a gift from her cousin some time ago. (Her cousin could not persuade her to wear dresses or makeup. Sometimes one can only go so far.)

The air smelled of brine, but it was not from the lake-water lapping at the pillars of the dock. Neither did it permeate through the barrels of salted fish, waiting to be exported. The workers slaving over heavy crates in the height of afternoon had long since grown blind to the smell of sweat and drying fish, a perfume which clung to them day after day no longer how meticulously they bathed at the day's end.

Annundir, North Downs, gloaming: Horned owl in an oak tree, as seen near dusk in the grove. Anatomy detail eye, talon. Acorn detail. Field rat caught at the edge of the grove.