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You hear the fakest cough ever to grace your ears. It is loud enough to echo in the room, and your eyes rest upon the source. A Baphomet wearing a black French beret and smoking what looks like a cigarette, he holds a sketchbook and box of charcoal.
Wait... It is a real cigarette. Where the hell did this Baphomet get cigarettes from?! As if on cue, the Bapohmet blows out a thin plume of grayish smoke, which rises up in the air and curls into the shape of a bird in flight.
"Zeep. Permission, votre Majesté, to draw ze Romans at the feast?"
It is a hideous and hilarious fake French accent. You wait a moment thinking it's a joke, but none of the Baphomets are laughing.
"Do you normally talk like that?"
"Meep. No, but Lord Mordred suggested I should. She gifted me the official Artist hat from the World, so I try to honor her wishes." At this, the Baphomet points to the beret with pride as a badge of his position before he starts talking again. "Do you want me to speak normally?"
"Speak however you wish. As for drawing the Romans, I don't see any harm."
"Zen I shall make a picture tres magnifique for ze occasion."
You're curious as to what is contained in the Artist's sketchbook. You motion the Artist closer to look at it. The Artist hands over his collection of sketches. The paper is clearly handmade. The quality is remarkably rough and is not white like modern paper. There are splotches of brown and green as well as imperfections in the thickness of the paper, but there are many leaves to go through. You flip through casually and see sketches of Camelot, scenery of Logres and Bapohmets in charcoal relief. The quality of the drawing is high.
A page catches your attention while you rapidly flip through. You accidentally went past it and have to turn back the leaves to see it fully.
It is a portrait of a teenage boy with a thousand-yard stare. He has an athletic build and seems to be very tall for his age. His clothing is a strange mix of modern and medieval clothing. You want to regard him as average-looking but can't because of how dead the eyes are. He holds a large sword casually in one hand and a whetstone in another.
You stare hard at the picture and see there are Runes in the upper right corner of the sketch. The Artist helpfully clarifies who you are looking at.
"Zat is a sketch of Zer Rodomonte. I also drew Lord Mordred."
Ah, so you now have a face to the ruthless villain. He looks very generic, the type you would pass on the street without noticing at all. You wonder what Rodomonte was like before he arrived at Avalon and gone widdershin'. You guess his musculature is the result of this time in Avalon and that he was not naturally athletic before arriving here.
