Four days with a new tablet and no internet resulted in an art. 100% me, my tablet, and gimp and it's glorious brushes.
“Ready?” Duirronith laid a hand on Barangolf’s shoulder. Before them a raft bumped gently against the riverbank, already burdened with the wines and apples they intended to trade in far Celondim.
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