Winter 7th 512AV
Adnaj wandered the streets of the Old Quarter. He had gotten into the habit of visiting the Cerulean Pier over his free time. It was nice to get back into the Old Quarter for something other than his commute to work. He meandered down the street, really taking note of all the shops around. It really was a fascinating part of Zeltiva. He observed expensive looking boutiques, storefronts displaying exotic wares, bookstores boasting of their impressive collections and fine jewelery cases.
More importantly though, he found the artists. This is what really caught his eye. As he looked at a beautiful, but rather minimalistic watercolor of a tree in winter, his mind wandered to reference pictures of the vascular system. In his studies, he had come across multiple discrepancies within multiple reference texts. It had started to become a problem. Earlier in the week, he had had another occasion which called for a small incision. When it turned out that he was a few inches off from his target location, he ended up causing more discomfort and recovery time than was absolutely necessary.
Adnaj had no shortage of cadavers from which to study. He had plenty of willingly donated bodies. What he needed was a map! He needed a better visual reference, a more accurate one! As he found himself surrounded by artists he realized that he would absolutely have to commission one.
The only problem was the amount of work (and therefore expense) this would entail. It might be somewhat impractical to train the artist in human anatomy, Adnaj realized. Instead, he would have to find someone with the stomach for a few human dissections. He would have to map out an actual body and allow the artist to pen exactly what he was seeing.
On the way back, Adnaj made sure to keep a special eye out for artists who really impressed him. With this special eye, Adnaj paid notice to the work of a tall, thin, blonde artist. He stopped for a moment and watched his work. After a few moments of observation, he decided to approach. Adnaj walked closer, obviously close. He walked close of enough to, probably, make the artist aware that he was nearby and watching.
Adnaj's posture was relaxed. His facial features were soft. His arms hung leisurely by his side. His presence would not have been critical or harsh but instead, he gave off an air of admiration. In all likelihood, Adnaj could only imagine that this type of thing was pretty common here. That it was an unremarkable scene to have an admirer stop and observe the workings of the artists in Zeltiva.