"Ugh! How can one draw such fiendish things?!" Isabella made a disgusted face and stepped back. "Execute that heathen."
"How much did he charge for it?" Sylvester, instead of looking disguised, seemed interested.
"One silver!" Gabriel furiously blurted.
Elder Elrog walked closer and looked at the paper before humming. Sylvester also nodded his head, "Amateur… If he had hired a better artist, it'd have sold for three silver. The body proportions are bad, and the face looks like a decomposing corpse. But the pose is quite creative."
"..."
Gabriel couldn't believe his ears. "Sylvester, you… how could you appreciate this?"
