SHATTERED TIES 6.12

"I see you've chosen a different model. Why?"

"Well, I thought about what you said, about how art takes things from reality. It seemed more real to me to draw the ones I care about."

"That's the gnome that was next to you in the dungeon, right? I heard he escaped. Was it you?"

Fleas didn't answer. He focused on the brush, which seemed to magically blend the different colors into one.

"I understand, don't worry, I won't say anything. I like the look on the gnome's face, it looks grateful but also a little sad. You paint much better than you draw. I'll be leaving soon," Fleas put the brush aside and looked at him in surprise. "I don't like the ambience of this city. Have you ever felt that tense peace you breathe just before the worst storm? That's what I feel now. Tell me, Fleas, don't you want to come with me to Mírrim?"

Fleas shook his head.