[Connor nods and settles his chin on his folded arms. For a moment he looks thoughtful... then he reaches over and filches a pencil and a piece of paper.]
They are all men of pale complexion. They are not of this time, but most hail from around these lands, I think.
[He sets to work scribbling on the paper. It would be a grievous understatement to say he's no artist, but if he can at least scratch out the basics of the different men's appearances, that will save him from having to fumble his way through describing their features in any kind of detail.]
The first is a man whose age I do not know. He looks a little younger than the others. He has dark hair, brown or black. There is no hair on his face, but he is not clean shaven. He does not seem to have much pride, from what I have seen. His eyes are brown.
The second man is older for certain. Perhaps fifty or sixty. It is hard to tell. He wears a white wig that ages him considerably. [He has never understood the curled wigs on men. Strange custom.] He is a soldier and a leader, and he looks the part. His eyes are also brown.
I believe the third man is older, as well, but the years have been kinder to him than many of the others I would have you paint. He is a taller, thinner man. His hair is dark brown. It is starting to... retreat [close enough] from his forehead and he wears it tied at the back of his neck. He has a mustache and more hair along his jaw and chin. He is a well-groomed man... a man of some dignity. His eyes are blue.
The fourth... I cannot guess at the fourth's age, either. He is a large man. The captain of a ship. His skin is rough. He has many scars. [If he remembers right.]
The fifth man is middle-aged. He looks older than the third man but not quite so old as the second. Like the fourth, he is larger but in more of a heavy way. He also wears a white wig.
[A pause.] I do not know the eye color of the last two men. Make them any color you like.
[Finishing up, he looks over his "art" with a critical eye...] Six men. Those five and the one you can see on the machine. [... and then sighs.]
There is a seventh, if you feel you would be up to one more painting?
[He originally meant to use a creation of his own for the seventh, but looking now at the sketches before him, he suspects the traditional approach by an actual artist might be for the best. Especially if anyone else is ever to see the completed project.]
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They are all men of pale complexion. They are not of this time, but most hail from around these lands, I think.
[He sets to work scribbling on the paper. It would be a grievous understatement to say he's no artist, but if he can at least scratch out the basics of the different men's appearances, that will save him from having to fumble his way through describing their features in any kind of detail.]
The first is a man whose age I do not know. He looks a little younger than the others. He has dark hair, brown or black. There is no hair on his face, but he is not clean shaven. He does not seem to have much pride, from what I have seen. His eyes are brown.
The second man is older for certain. Perhaps fifty or sixty. It is hard to tell. He wears a white wig that ages him considerably. [He has never understood the curled wigs on men. Strange custom.] He is a soldier and a leader, and he looks the part. His eyes are also brown.
I believe the third man is older, as well, but the years have been kinder to him than many of the others I would have you paint. He is a taller, thinner man. His hair is dark brown. It is starting to... retreat [close enough] from his forehead and he wears it tied at the back of his neck. He has a mustache and more hair along his jaw and chin. He is a well-groomed man... a man of some dignity. His eyes are blue.
The fourth... I cannot guess at the fourth's age, either. He is a large man. The captain of a ship. His skin is rough. He has many scars. [If he remembers right.]
The fifth man is middle-aged. He looks older than the third man but not quite so old as the second. Like the fourth, he is larger but in more of a heavy way. He also wears a white wig.
[A pause.] I do not know the eye color of the last two men. Make them any color you like.
[Finishing up, he looks over his "art" with a critical eye...] Six men. Those five and the one you can see on the machine. [... and then sighs.]
There is a seventh, if you feel you would be up to one more painting?
[He originally meant to use a creation of his own for the seventh, but looking now at the sketches before him, he suspects the traditional approach by an actual artist might be for the best. Especially if anyone else is ever to see the completed project.]