In Kada'el's tavern, I was listening to a very compelling story Proglin told, about the obduction of Huor and his eventual rescue. After the story ended, Proglin went restless, as he picked up a familiar scent. His brother Usarik had entered! The two brothers, who had not seen eachother in two years, fell in eachothers arms. Then Proglin asked if someone could honor this occasion by means of a painting.
As I've always been painting things since my childhood, and somewhat became good in drawing and painting, I didn't hesitate one moment, and made a few sketches on a piece of parchment. Well, long story short: Here's the endresult of that.
