During his time off of working on the Crimson Quarter. Ohren can be seen sitting in the Tavern turned art studio. He sits infront of the canvas dipping his fingers into the red paint provided. Some of his fingerpainting masterpieces can be seen displayed around the room. Pictures of sunset, roasted chicken, a picture of a horned person ripping the head off another with their bare hands, a few more pictures of food, and one or two battle scenes. Each day after he finishes he leaves the tavern with his hands slightly dripping the red paint and goes back to his construction site to start the routine over.
Ohren looks over his shoulder with a puzzled look on his face. "Wut da hell is you talkin bout? I is jus bored an I taught dat dis would be more fun den doin nofin. I don know nofin bout mimigy an mochins. Aldough dat one wif da roast chichen really makes me hungry...." Ohren looks around licking his lips and rubbing his stomach. "Ima go get a snack. Maybe Docer Gishl has more froggies." Ohren then stands up from his fingerpaint masterpiece and heads over to the tower and can be heard shouting for more frogs.
Sadern walks over to the Angori, standing behind him while he paints putting his hand on his chin in contemplation. "Brilliant... i'm simply speechless. I thought all of the horned ones were beasts... Ohren, you have proven me wrong" he begins to pace back and forth his voice heightening in intensity"... the lines...The imagery... Such emotion... It's like i'm peering into the Angori mind and tis nothing but a swirling torrent of gluttony and wrath; A beautiful chaos that can only be translated by your hands, Ohren." He stops pacing, realizing he was beginning to sound a bit crazy. " heh...I apologize, im a bit of an art enthusiast..."