Rimedur was standing against his pillar in the Prancing Pony, putting some finishing touches on one of his drawings; a sketch of Savela Hawthorn based on very detailed memory. However, he hadn't realized that his very muse had entered the inn. As she walked forward, Rimedur heard her quiet tread upon the stone flooring and he quickly closed his notebook. He was too embaressed to show her his drawings.
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