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 * - ''by Taijiang

Tai stroked his mustache as he contemplated the painting before him.  http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e307/GreyTigerTong/Artwork%20IC/2ba629d9.jpg Tai was no art expert and this painting didn't strike him any more than any of the others he'd passed by in The Garden, Stormwind's famed ... and stuffy ... art gallery. Still ... Tai glanced over at the well dressed noble born women, their clothes tailored to downplay their spreading backsides. They were chatting intently about the work, going on about the romantic, wispy young man who was the painter of this work.  Tai had heard of him, in passing - this Miguel Jaserdain. He was quite the rage around the snobbier cirlces of the city at the moment. Tai smiled as he contemplated the two women talking about the painting before him. He could almost see it gaining value as he watched ...  Tai pursed his lips to hide his smile, moving to the next painting hanging on the wall. The arched ceilings towered over head and the lighting should have been terrible but the curators had paid some outrageous some of money to the Mage Academy here in the city to arrange for a very soft glow around the frame of each painting.  Tai sniffed. He had his doubts about magick but he had to admit that Jaserdain's depiction of the throne room was perfectly lit ...  http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e307/GreyTigerTong/Artwork%20IC/34936bfc.jpg <br Tai narrowed his eyes, examing the details of the work. The style was distinctive, that was certain ... Out of the corner of his eye, the next painting caught Tai's attention. He smiled; he was supposed to be here on business but how could he not enjoy a painting of his adopted city at night? http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e307/GreyTigerTong/Artwork%20IC/94958f2c.jpg