"I like the way you think, Soren." He wouldn't say much else to that, but it showed that the rough-around-the-edges short man was far more a romantic than he showed, too. "Alright. Now we'll work on my future son in law's thing. What'll it be, doofus?"
Cass chuckled sheepishly, "Oh. Well, I'm getting two. The first one's for my left wrist. Can you draw a harp?" "I can sure as hell try." Artan said with a brow raise, before Cass offered up a picture of one. In fact, it was a photo of Soren's harp on a white background. "And forget-me-nots up the long side, here." He said, tracing a line up the photo. Artan nodded to Cass, and started to sketch that. "What's the second?" "Right wrist. It'll be a black widow with a clef note instead of an hourglass."
Artan simply nodded. It took about fifteen minutes for him to sketch out the preliminary for the harp, and by that time, Cass had found a flash art of a black widow for Artan to use, and had finished his beer.