As Aron finished reading that log, confusion flashed across his face as he turned his gaze to face Evanora, who was squatting on the floor with her gaze fixated on a portrait that had fallen off a wall.
He stood up and approached her before also shifting his gaze towards the portrait. It was a painting a slim well-dressed man standing and a finely dressed woman seated on a single chair beside him with his hands rested on her shoulders.
What made the portrait so eye catching though, was the strong resemblance the woman shared with Evanora, the only real difference being the woman in the portrait looking much more mature and livelier.
