“Have you seen my son? He’s not missing or anything, I just wanted to show you him; here, isn’t he great!?”

Wanted to do a pic of Bossa, my old D&D character, in his elder years as a doddery old man who spends his time around town with a suspiciously-long-lived chicken that he claims is his adopted son named Rhogar (pronounced "rAH-jER").
They helped kill a god that destroyed the town’s keep some years back, so everyone just tends to smile and nod politely whenever Bossa claims that he’s actually a powerful sorcerer destined for greatness. The chicken, that is.