"Wow, Avion, I just met you and I'm learning so much about you." Arcansas said in a monotone, "I never thought you're so creative."
"Oh, shut up! It's cool once you get used to it, is it not, Nequin?"
"Yes, Master Avion! I, Nequin, will protect the honor and integrity of this name!"
"You're already failing..." Alisera commented.
"He's louder and noisier than me. Interesting."
Right after Arcansas said that with her monotone, Nequin opened a door in the hallway they're walking through.
"This is my special room, Master Avion. This is where I paint in the memory of my creator."
Avion entered and saw an empty white canvas.
"However, each passing day, I'm slowly forgetting my creator's face. Even if I look back to my previous arts, I feel that it is wrong."
Strangely enough, when the three saw this room, they felt that it was the loneliest room in all of the ones they saw.
