Chapter the Second: In which we learn of the creative endeavors of a Dzur hero.

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[Cold though it may be, those venturing outside in the vicinity of the lake will discover that a certain Dzurlord has set up an easel near the lake. A lackey stands nearby, handing her supplies as she needs them. Indeed, if one investigates closer, one would find that the centuries she has had to refine her technique have paid off in full; the

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Painting?

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Just so, my dear Easterner. That is very well observed.

[it seems to be genuinely meant as a compliment]

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*...how magnanimous*

I believe some of the novels in the library have covers from the same school of art.

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Well, I would not be so surprised to find that my work fit into some genre or another.

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I suppose I shouldn't be surprised either. What made you think of painting now?

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There isn't much of a story behind it, but if you are truly so interested, I shall tell you of it.

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I wouldn't have asked if I weren't curious.

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Well, then I will tell you.

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*and waiting*

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The reason is simple enough: it struck me as an entertaining way to pass the time.

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That is indeed a very simple reason.

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We are agreed, then.

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I thought perhaps you had a more specific inspiration.

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Oh, as for my inspiration...

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You don't have to tell me if you have to force yourself.

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I am merely conversing, as any would.