Bran chuckled as he watched the man sketch something with the charcoal and then begin to sketch. He had never been good at art, to say the least - everything seemed to turn out to be rubbish.
"I am not from around here - I am from the northwest of here, as is my husband. We came from a relatively small city." He smiled as his hair began to dry off and Gareth rested his head on Bran's shoulder, pulling his cloak around the two. "What exactly are you drawing? It looks quite nice - certainly much better than anything I've ever attempted," he chuckled.
"I am not from around here - I am from the northwest of here, as is my husband. We came from a relatively small city." He smiled as his hair began to dry off and Gareth rested his head on Bran's shoulder, pulling his cloak around the two. "What exactly are you drawing? It looks quite nice - certainly much better than anything I've ever attempted," he chuckled.
