Giftart for Lapriel
They haven't encountered the welcome wagon from the Office of Unusual Insight yet...or the locals. "We're too small (and too well dressed) to pass ourselves off as the locals...and we're both the wrong color. I don't think we're blending in so well." "The rest of the party probably has it worse. We're without a healer and proper scout until we can catch up with them...."
Greyhand Transportation Services has its bad days. The "Mission to Fantasyland" for an assortment of nonhuman mercenaries resulted in the entire adventuring party being scattered across a good chunk of Argonathi real estate. Due to the current dimensional situation, comms are limited to realspace...and propagation conditions are lousy. That, and the standard teleportation magic is on the fritz.
This was drawn after a slight Bazil Broketail overdose. I might reframe it slightly, though. Given my current work schedule, I have no idea when I'll be inking and coloring this piece.
Artwork, Ori © of me
Brenda © of Lapriel