Noah
Noah's smile and the jesting glint in his eyes did not falter as he took the parchment. He curled his legs, feet under his knees, and began scratching at the paper. He was no artist, but having spent much of his life filling notebooks with sketches and information about various flora and fauna, the hunter was able to give Deimos more than just a stick figure covered in a cloak.
He sketched out a long jacket with a fur-lined collar, though and arrow pointing to the main body of the jacket indicated it would not be made too heavy, too warm. Something easy to slip on and off for fancy engagements. Then he made a bullet point note beneath, scratched and barely decipherable in the haste (his drawing was much better than his penmanship, after all) were words made from half-baked ideas: linen shirt,belt?, boots (underlined twice), and a few more words of wardrobe that Noah wasn't even sure he would be able to read back to the Sword.
"Well its what you have advisors for, anyways. To do the business and point to the painting and remind them of the great work of the Wardens that keeps them so busy that little old me has to meet with them." His eyebrows danced quickly and his tone rolled up and down dramatically.
He sketched out a long jacket with a fur-lined collar, though and arrow pointing to the main body of the jacket indicated it would not be made too heavy, too warm. Something easy to slip on and off for fancy engagements. Then he made a bullet point note beneath, scratched and barely decipherable in the haste (his drawing was much better than his penmanship, after all) were words made from half-baked ideas: linen shirt,
"Well its what you have advisors for, anyways. To do the business and point to the painting and remind them of the great work of the Wardens that keeps them so busy that little old me has to meet with them." His eyebrows danced quickly and his tone rolled up and down dramatically.
