Jul 16, 2016
@memorialxillusion -- Sparket
Blunt-fingered hands surprisingly precise, the Troll worked with just the slightest of noise, the form of the small statuette finally starting to take shape. He’d been working on the gem for some time, spending most of his afternoons either at the tavern or elsewhere, but always sitting in a quiet corner, content to be left to his work.
The small hunk of blackrock in his hands was starting to take shape, becoming a miniature drake with outstretched wings. He very carefully added two small flecks of ruby for the eyes as the head was finished, holding it at arm’s length to inspect the work.
