A crack in the ravine

Eisen took a step toward the halfling, looking the statue that he had constructed up and down, "Again, why did you suddenly stop? You were still in the middle of your work."

"No, my work is over," the halfling replied immediately with deep frustration in his voice, "Can't you tell just by looking?"

The old man raised a brow and turned his head, still unsure what exactly the halfling was speaking of. And then, he could see it. The statue was of a young woman, a beauty like no other. Practically, it was exactly like what one would expect to see when imagining a 'muse'. And right there, on the statue's arm, was a small mistake. The tiniest speck of unevenness, as if the halfling had removed too much from the slab of rock. But even seeing what exactly it was that the halfling was worrying about, Eisen wasn't sure 'why' he was worrying about this.