Lifting his oil pastel from the canvas, he assessed his work. "Hmm... not bad."

Time to bring this one in to the auction house in Nasha Town. Not to sell, of course, but as a donation.

Tomorrow, Albedo would sketch Hiisi Island.

Albedo held the opinion that these lands were bittersweet - full of long untouched stories, with robust life of all kinds fighting hard for their place in the world.

This was a nice place to bring Durin to. He hoped his brother would learn a lot on this journey.

"And... finished."

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It brought a haunting sort of beauty to the image, reminiscent of Final Night Cemetery in some ways, but with added apprehension.

A long time had passed since Albedo last visited Nod-Krai. Rumor had it that the borderlands were callous. But even with the locals' agreement on that front,

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Albedo enjoyed the salty taste upon his lips that belonged to the sea and blew in with the wind. The Fatui base was situated in the background of his sketch, an industrial mammoth full of vivid reds and greys looming over the vast waters of the bay.

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// he's the perfect big brother now. sobbing

"Hmm. No, it's no surprise at all." Albedo smiled. "In my eyes, you have always been both highly capable in combat and a bastion of information. Your local barkeeper is always the best informant in town, no?"

"I'm not one to gatekeep. Is there anything I can clarify for you?"

A fae would expect to 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 rather than 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦, Albedo recalled, so he added:

"Of course, to make it fair, I would be keen on learning more about the Snowland Fae myself."

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